"We're in Old Temple at Harker's Dueling and Defense Academy where two young students were attacked by supporters of Baron Rakeesh Sah Tarna's proposal to register all magic users in Rhydin. The attackers' names have not yet been released, but five young adult males are being turned over to the Watch for questioning. Doran Ilnaren, age 11, the son of GAC member Ebon Ilnaren, suffered a broken arm as well as several cuts and bruises. Mairead Harker, age 6, daughter of the school's owner, sustained minor injuries. The children are being attended to by an on-site healer, but are to be taken to Riverview Clinic as a precautionary measure."

The camera panned to show the injured children being given first aid. Maggie Harker had a swollen cheek coupled with a black eye forming and Doran Ilnaren's arm was splinted and in a sling.

"According to Mrs. Rhiannon Harker, proprietor of the school and former Baroness of Old Temple, the children were making the daily trip across the street to Lasher's Restaurant to arrange for the hot lunches for the students. Until today, this had been done without incident. While the children put up a good fight, the hoodlums were quickly contained for the authorities by Jacen Balthazar, a teacher at the academy and Twilight Isle's current Keeper of Earth, Nicole Brock, Head Chef at Lasher's, and Mrs. Harker." He stuck the microphone in Rhiannon's face. "Mrs. Harker, can we get a comment from you?"

Rhiannon held up her index finger in a just a minute pose as she finished having quiet words with her students. When she finally did speak to the reporter, there was an eerie calm about her. "Rakeesh Sah Tarna is a perfect example of those people who cannot make peace with past events. The people of Rhydin, Old Temple residents in particular, have not forgotten the acts of Myr'Khul, Vanion Shadowcast, and their followers. That does not mean that all citizens have the desire to level punishment of some sort on all mages for the acts of some that took a dark path. That line of reasoning encourages acts like what has happened here today. While I doubt Rakeesh intended to make war on children, it's clear that he did not think his proposal through and did not learn from the same past that he claims others are choosing to ignore. I remember Proposition 37, clearly, he does not. He also failed to show up at the last meeting of the Governor's Advisory Council to discuss the policy he wishes to implement."

"Mrs. Harker, were the two injured children actually mages"'

"Without consent of his parents, I cannot speak as to what Doran's specific talents are. Maggie, however, is magically inclined. It's no secret that her grandmother is an exceptionally gifted healer. "

"What exactly do the students learn here?" He gestured toward the academy and the window that was currently being boarded up.

"Primarily' Self defense. Students here are also taught to develop and control their preternatural gifts. Hopefully, they use their talents for betterment of themselves and those around them." Rhiannon had begun to walk away from the microphone.

"Just one more thing, Mrs. Harker?"

"Yes?" She looked over her shoulder.

"Do you have anything to say about the match coming up between Baron Rakeesh Sah Tarna and Jay Capistrano from the Wrecking Crew?"

For the first time since the microphone had been shoved in her face, Rhiannon smiled. "Yes, I wish Warlord Capistrano the best of luck and look forward to seeing him taking up residence in the baronial manor."

"Thank you, Mrs. Harker. We'll have more on this story as it develops."

The camera faded to black.

Eyes peer beyond his reflection in the storefront glass as he watches the magical scrybox on the other side. Something was off in the image showing him Maggie and her friend Doran. The box showed her in the damned sun, but his keen eyes found too many shadows to be natural. His body huddles closer to the window to keep from the rain where it has all ready soaked his hoodie through. An odd garment to be sure, but something about it was oddly comfortable. The loose fit hiding the definition of his form certainly held a few advantages, right"

I need to get these images to stay still"

Slender fingers reach to tug his hood further forward before moving inside the shop with only a brief pause as the door opened of its own accord as though he were expected. Giving the doorway a little kick to test it, the boy turns back to the interior and soon finds a worker wearing the oddest garments. Red shirt and tan long pants with a white target over his heart. Did the owners want someone to take aim at their slaves"

"Dos, rothe. K'jakr l'zigh wun l'j'aarr russus." He points from the tall human to the display. You, slave. Still the image in the scry box.

"Hey, Dave" Did that little kid just growl at me" He pointed at all of the televisions. Think he wants cartoons?" Head scratched in confusion, the clerk moves towards the dark skinned boy with a friendly smile. "Hey buddy, want me to turn on Team Oomi Zoomi or something?"

Eyes narrow as his question is met with a smile and the detestable tongue called Common; the sound of it coming to his sharp ears like nails on basalt, worse than his aunt' snake-whip! "K'jakr l'zigh, mal'ai." He offers once more. Still the image, idiot.

"Are you having an asthm-" the words die on the clerk's tongue as he feels the cold press of drow steel against his throat, eyes widening in horror.

Shifting closer, the boy lets the human see into the depths of his hood at the ebony face and the Elven features. Being careful, Errtu chooses his words in the heathen tongue called common. "Can you, freeze the images in the scry box?" His voice rasped like rocks rubbed together.

The clerk's head bobs against the blade meekly. "Yes"we have dee-vee-arr?"

"Then cast your dee-vee-arr spell, slave. You have tried my patience." The blade returns to the front pocket of his hoodie as Errtu lets the slave go set up his spell. He recognized one of those shadows, it couldn't be good to let one go after Maggie.

((Tied to this playable ))