Margaret's hand rested on his leg, feeling the flow of Energy beneath the fabric.
A flash of confusion crossed her eyes, but she quickly pushed it aside for business.
"Yes, Master." She withdrew her hand, knelt properly once more, and her tone returned to one of calm composure. "People from the 'Silver Tower'—or at least their advance scouts—have used the Deep Red Wilderness as a springboard to successfully infiltrate the Old Realm. While the Tower of Secret Silver's opening of the Plane Passage certainly caused a disaster, it also tore a usable rift in the Church Court's curtain."
At this, a distinct, cold smirk appeared on her delicate face. "Those Wild Wizards and Wizard Apprentices who were duped into storming the passage and creating chaos were nothing more than cannon fodder and pathfinders tossed out by the Silver Tower. They were promised handsome rewards, convincing these poor souls trapped in the Old Realm to throw their lives away."
