"And I never thought I'd be doing another jailbreak," Rohin says with a smile, unlocking the door. "It's been twenty years!" He steps back. "They caught you selling artefacts, didn't they?" "It never used to be a problem," Hian says, pushing the door open. "What happened?" "The higher-ups got worried about the emissary." "Emissary?" "Don't you remember? The wizards said they sent a messenger for help upholding their claim when the fighting started. The Council and the Padria have been expecting the reply ever since. They realised looted ruins might not look so good." He starts off down the corridor, and Hian follows. "But they should have told you. Your local Thysian, I mean." "Oh, well... we live a long way away from the ritual hall." Hian looks away. "Hian, it's been a year. At least."