Zeltina gripped Ghirti's tail, keeping the serpent from moving. She regarded Xiathia through narrowed eyes.
“She is not ready Xiathia. Mialtros needs at least two hundred years of training before I would feel safe cutting her loose in the dimension of creation. Let alone the rest of Daldaria."
Picking up the door and attempting to fasten it back to its hinges, Xiathia sheepishly crushed it between her hands, evaporating it in a pillar of black flames.
“Ah, the uh…the uh…screws had bent beyond repair, I'll get you a new door eventually....but that's not the point-"
Xiathia took a scroll from her cloak. Unrolling it, she held it up for Zeltina to see.
“I know, but the other Guardians are getting antsy. I've learned there are rumors they'll start to come looking for her if we don't go
