Quinton said it was nothing to worry about, yet Elliot felt tense. They neared the checkpoint and eventually he heard a voice.

Elliot hesitated a moment, trying to decide whether he would speak, or Quinton. Then he opened his mouth. "We're looking to travel to the palace in Arynn Frey. We want to discuss enchantments to survive the Eldouir", he said, hoping it would suffice, or that Quinton could add anything.

Elliot had been silent until now, but decided to speak. "My good friends, I don't think you've heard us correctly. The Eldouir have taken over the palace, and the queen is missing. Written instructions or documentation isn't exactly something that's quite possible right now. We are but simple men, but men with a mission. We seek to speak to the Arynnites to ask for help. We do not intend on staying or fleeing. We might currently be the only ones trying to actually help Lorendale, apart from you noble soldiers." He paused for a brief moment. "If you do not wish to let us cross, then at least please get word to prince Sylas Llewellyn that old friends wish to speak to him."

He hoped knowing the Prince's name, and the fact that Sylas knew certain Lorendalers, would hold some leverage. If they weren't allowed into Arynn Frey, then maybe Sylas could come to Lorendale. Sylas did not know Elliot or Quinton, but the man hoped that the prince would understand that it had to do with enchantments he had previously done for another Lorendaler. "I am Elliot Moore, and I wish to aid the crown in dealing with the Eldouir. They have taunted us for too long. I'm sure you feel the same."

Elliot nodded when they spoke about the crown they claimed to be friends of. He had a plan. "We understand, orders are there to be followed. Exceptions make life complicated. No hard feelings from our part. We will return home and try to get official documentation. It will give us a chance to check in on friends and family too", he said, smiling, although he didn't know who he was smiling at. "Thank you for your time and your help. We appreciate it."

He would pick up the reins and steer his horse so it would be turning around, expecting Quinton to follow. They would go home, or at least part of the way home.