"ur welcome Lindar"
The five merwizards floated in front of him. one of them aspoke: "We will hold our council now. NO interupptions. None seeing this" The doors closed magically, thhe windows seemed 2 vanish and replace by walls, and no sound escaped the watery room. "war is coming" another one spoke. "The Antarians will strike against us very soon, within the next month. Many wil die. many close 2 u."
he waved another hand the staircase magically closed into brick.
"no it doesnt pay 2 be that. U cant run from this Chenelle. Its a problem. Were going to have bigger problems then this soon. We must deal with this NOW" That last word sounded with such finality that it felt a little scary to hear uit.