Petty Distractions

The mortals were being especially difficult this morning, giving Phronesis the tiresome task of watching the Iron Knight as well as waiting for the retaliation of Stonehalls inhabitants.
A wave of power washed over his third eye, only for a moment, but the dark will behind it was unmistakable.
Looking for it's source, he instead saw yet another newcomer to Warfall, this one falling from his horse.
"If I can not disuade you all from attacking Stonehall, then I am forced to follow in order to observe. For now, tend to the wounded man at your borders, I have business to attend to."
With a low growl of irritation, he took to the skies again to patrol for anymore travelers and the source of the dark magic.

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