*Cracken thinks* Well, then, Rwos, enlighten us all on how you think we should destroy a man who is not here. Or a man so paranoid he erects a barrier around himself. And i know what magic is you nitwit. how do you think i can teleport now.
*Cracken glares at Gilian* I have my eye on you.
*He turns to the new presence in the room. His son...Irvine*
You. You better have a damned good excuse or begging routine down, because that's the only way it'll save you after that little insurrection you pulled. *He sees Irvine begin to speak* not now, later. we have buisness to take care of.