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Falethonor nodded in regret, it was indeed troubling to know such a place existed, it haunted the minds of Elves for eternity. "The Praetors of Absóluté have contacted me" replied Faelthonor, lowering his head slightly before making eye contact again. Isabelle consciously thought of her parents, who were the Praetors and currently in charge of the Occult whilst Charlotte was missing. She hoped everything in Absóluté was okay. "I heard about what you found at the Moors and it disturbs me to know that Xantho had a base lying beneath the noses of Valiant. I make no assumption in saying, to Elves, Valiant are amongst the most investigative race we know. It makes sense that Mathias was one. But you are right, the Fray requires investigation. I hope you can understand that I cannot send any group of Elves to the Fray in order to help you, let alone open a portal there."
"But you are the only people that know where the Fray is" Isabelle said, begging for answers with narrowed brows and a little disbelief whilst trying to remain respectful, "aren't you afraid of what might come of Xantho's schemes?"
"Of coarse" Faelthonor said sternly, gesturing with a hand before him, his long sleeve draping over the table as he did so. "Knowing that the Fray is in use once more raises many concerns. And whilst it might be true that the Elves of Non-magic Earth have little interest in the affairs of Magic Folk, we cannot ignore the situation ahead of us. I will alert the Council, the other Elven Lords will gather to discuss whether or not Xantho poses a threat to our own concerns about the Fray. As for you, I can depart information on the Fray's location. Though it is not sealed by us, it is difficult to find. It is possible that the Grey Witches have hidden it as they did the altar however."
"Good then" Izzy said, glancing to adi with a bit of hope, "we can go back to Absóluté, the Sisters can open a portal there and we can invade-"
"I have one more warning, for both of you" the Elf lord interjected, his eyes lying over her between his silvery-blond bangs. "The Fray is not suitable for an army, small or large. And the last thing that Schol- the Fray requires is more death. If I may, as an adviser to the Occult, I suggest pulling the Grey Witches Cult apart from the inside, finding Matthias and eliminating him ought to be enough"
"But the other witches-"
"You mustn't spill more blood than what is needed over that place" Faelthonor heavily warned, his usually graceful and calm face becoming slightly tighter, as if he was doing his best to not wrinkle his skin. Isabelle was suddenly left silent, looking to Adi in surprise. Faelthonor's eyes rested upon Adika, "as the light that guides the Occult - do not let them feed the cursed soil there."

Izzy attempted to calm herself, Adika was right, to the Elves the Fray had to be just like the Moors. Restricted and under no circumstances should anyone ever go there. It was taboo. Izzy had to admit, she hadn't ever cared much for elven history - that was Trent's interest. Falethonor softened his expression, he nodded to Adika knowing full well what kind of power they were facing. "You are quite right" Faelthonor said, standing up from his seat, he looked around before spotting his assistant, standing by an archway not far away. With a small gesture of his hand at his side the other elf nodded slowly and quietly glided away. Faelthonor sat back down again, "it was quick-thinking of you to use your seraphic light to force Black Water from Trent's wound. There are very few lights or potions that can do that." His cheeks tightened, he must have been biting his teeth together in thought before he said "I can help you - but not here. You must venture to Maloseden'santalath." Isabelle swallowed and returned a confused glare to him. Malosed-what? Izzy had never heard of such a long name, or was this a place? Elves and their naming... she never understood it. "Or in your tongue it is named Aurumvallis"
"In all respect, Faelthonor" Izzy began carefully, "I'm not sure if we will be a welcome sight in the most ancient surviving elven kingdom known to the mortal world."
"Nonsense, Valiant are respected by all elves, as long as you don't keep brandishing your weapons without any real reason." Izzy almost smirked, Valiant did have a bad habit of keeping their sharp edges on show. Faelthonor turned to Adika, "Aurumvallis is the reborn elven kingdom of Eden - our most dear home. It is along the way to the Fray, and there, given your circumstances, you should find what you need. The flowers there are blessed and are used to ward off the power of the Underworld. Here" he said, acknowledging the returning elf assistant, who had brought him a quill and parchment. "I will grant you my word and though I am but the lord of a small and new province it will be enough to help you. Aurumvallis will have weapons and armour better-equipped for what you're up against, Calen is not used to such threats." He finished writing on the parchment and black ink showed elaborate curls and flicks where he had written his name and a message.

"Trenton should be stable enough to return home, yet may remain asleep for some time. My men can carry him through the portal. As for Consul Highland, I wish you the best of luck, our search for her will not cease either. Calen is forever in her family's debt, and we will honour it. Should I learn of anything I will send a messenger to Absolute immediately."