If Alonso's senses weren't deceiving him,
The young man in the long black robe, the one whose arm was held so naturally by the girl, carried the aura of the Old Realm.
Though the aura was exceptionally well-hidden, like a vein of ore buried deep within the earth and covered by layer upon layer of disguise, Alonso's eyes still caught the faintest, almost imperceptible trace of it.
No one should assume that, just because he was a First-Level Wizard, he was incapable of uncovering the secrets of this powerful individual.
After all, he was the first one to tear through the veil of the Church Court and march to Taymer Palace to proclaim a heretical declaration. He was also the Wizard who had personally opened the passage to the Deep Red Wilderness in the Blackstone Mountains and guided the descent of the Silver Tower.
These were not feats just anyone could accomplish.
It required someone of both power and merit.
And he had both.
