As delegations from various powers surged toward the Silver Moon Highlands from all across the Central Continent, Ian, however, was exceptionally calm, unaffected by Aisala's advancement.
He summoned Izera, who was working hard to adapt to her new environment.
The former chief Summoner of Esok World was now dressed in a cyan long robe prepared for her by the Moon Elves, and the cold, gloomy aura about her had faded considerably.
The dark gold, vertical pupil between her brows held much less fear and confusion, replaced by a touch of composure and a thirst for new knowledge.
She could now hold a basic conversation with Ian in fluent Wizard's Common Language.
"Have a seat." Ian gestured to the chair opposite him, his voice calm.
The temporary residence was simple, but the Elf-style filigree window panes and furniture gave it a particular elegance.
Izera obediently sat down, placing her hands flat on her knees in a respectful posture.
She could sense that Ian was in a good mood.
