In the front courtyard along the garden of the Gandolf family mansion. An old man in his seventies, wearing a blue robe, with a clean shaven face and short white hair stood tall waiting for someone. He was the patriarch of the Gandolf family, William Gandolf.
Behind him stood a young man in his thirties, wearing a full body armor. His brown hair long and tied into a ponytail. He was the son of the patriarch and the next in line for the seat, Hayden Gandolf. And in their back in attention, stood a row of soldiers with spears in their hands.
Just then an oval, egg shaped metal airship, about ten meters long, came flying and stopped over them in the air. Slowly it descended on the courtyard, releasing gusts of air downwards, which led to dust flying out in a wave as the robes of the one below fluttered from the wind.
The airship came down and kept levitating just a few centimeters above the ground. A door opened from the side and a staircase came out as it touched the ground.
