Dread Mage

“Greetings, venerable clan-leader,” Vell offered a hearty greeting as he stepped into the shadowy blackhall, spotting a solitary figure perched at the far end, veiled by the dim light of the pre-dawn hour.

The blackhall bore some resemblance to the longhall he had previously visited, although it radiated a more formal air, where business and solemn matters were addressed and dealt with.

The grandeur was amplified by various banners and historical tapestries adorning the lofty walls.

The chieftain reciprocated Vell's greeting, raising a hand lethargically before uttering, "Ho, Dread Mage."

Upon taking his seat, Vell, who was still enjoying his pipe, exhaled a plume of smoke.

From his bag, he produced a second pipe identical to his own, offering it to the chieftain.

"Would you like to join me for a smoke?"

The chieftain rejected the offer.

"Our meeting isn't for lightheartedness," he asserted.

Vell gave a subtle nod and braced himself for an impending speech, lecture, or something of a similar nature.

He reclined in his chair, ears open, prepared to absorb whatever might be said by the chief.

“I want you to leave.” The chieftain stated matter-of-factly.

Vell anticipated a sentiment of this sort, although not delivered as bluntly as the chieftain had done.

“Why?” Vell asked.

“Because you are trouble.”

“Me? Trouble? Surely you jest?”

With a sweeping gesture, the chieftain retorted, "Despite our isolation from the world, even I have heard tales of the Dread Mage. Safety is compromised wherever you tread, either due to your actions or what trails after you."

Vell exhaled deeply, conceding, “Yes, that’s true, but I’m not in trouble now, am I?”

The chieftain's gaze became steely, his tone filled with a hint of vexation.

"I can allow the girl to remain, temporarily, but not you," he declared.

"Expelled into the wide world? Pity. Poor me," Vell said, a sinister sparkle flickering in his eyes. "You do realize you lack the power to evict me, don't you?"

“We can try,” the chieftain responded, undeterred. As he noticed Vell's intention to prolong the conversation, a wave of frustration wrinkled his forehead. "Don't test my patience, Mage. I do not want to resort to violence, but I will safeguard my tribe at all costs."

Vell's expression turned serious as he leaned forward, his voice filled with a newfound intensity. "Chieftain, I understand your concerns. I am aware that my presence may bring danger. But rest assured, I am here not to inflict harm. I will leave; there is no question about it. If Sonder can stay, then I have nothing to fear. I will bid my farewells, and then you won't see me again for... let's say six months when I return for the girl.”

"Even then, your stay will be brief," the chieftain replied.