Headquarters of the Order of Wardens (Kaikielius/Enclave)

[King Iedolas Solidor]

This was a strange life. In the past, he went to that place, but he never actually saw the area by anything besides the people. But now, there he was again, watching calmly through a window, standing tall and still, waiting for better or worse in this meeting that would occur. But, with no set mind in that, Iedolas kepted himself watching out of that window, not looking for his contact, but looking at the jungle.

All that green, wild, untamed life. A untouched world, that his elzeri ancestors would have died to see and feel again, when roaming through the galaxy in search of a world to settle. They didn’t had any wild forests like those in Enfer, he thought privately to himself, they had thick woods, with big and sturdy oaks, gushy rivers and deadly wildlife, but nothing that big. “Ain’t life strange?”, he almost could smile by his own remark, for after all, he was descended of a wood people, a kind that lived and died in woods before losing their homeworld, wherever it was.

“Bring me a drink, if you be so kind.”, he murmured to his aide. And the serving droid rushed to do what was asked of him, serving in a golden goblet with his personal casket of wine. Delivering the cup in his hand with a small reverence to his royal being. Iedolas rose the goblet slowly to his lips, barely touching the wine and sipping a small amount of the red delicacy.

 

[Rand Balthier]

He walked slowly between the great trees outside. Picking his way slowly as he took in the sweet scent of the clean air. It was beautiful, surreal in a way. He had not simply walked on the dusky soil of a forest like this before. It was almost enough to make him feel at peace, but not quite.

He turned back to the enclave headquarters, and with that motion his thoughts turned to the true way to achieve peace for his people, by taking it.

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[King Iedolas Solidor]

He had came to meet the Grandwarden in the Enclave. After a short meeting, Iedolas was informed of the current ‘prodiges’ he had under his care, such as Balthier. A man, strong and capable, that like most of his best students, had demons inside his heart and soul. Things one desired to keep locked away from the public view, that would strengthen our resolve and ideals. Kindly, Iedolas asked to meet with him and learn of this student, see it for himself.

“Send word to him and bring him to me.”, he knew very little about such small noble family. He believed he had heard once about maybe his father or uncle, being killed by outlaws in the streets near to their property, and that he was raised by his mother or aunt, something like that. As the Grandwarden told him, Rand Balthier was recruited when young and spended years in that isolation the Enclave members imposed on their young before setting them loose upon the world.

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