DAEMON
Dragging along the Mage whose name was unsurprisingly, Zhrak of all things, together with Malik Zorch who ever since Zina had been kidnapped had never stopped asking Daemon to punish her, they made their way to the stables where Norima Talga and Zelkov were waiting for them.
The albinotic woman looked grim like she was being dragged to a slaughter house, while Zhrak glared at her in turn for landing him in the hot mess that was Daemon's untethered rage.
"It's good that we are all getting acquainted with each other," Daemon said, meaningfully looking between the Night Mage and the unaffiliated mage she had brought to him, "however we must get going."
Zhrak's eyes widened. "You mean all of us?" He said hesitantly, "while I appreciate your great faith in me, your majesty, I do not simply possess the powers to portal one, two, three, four, five of us all the way to the West. I would die midway."
