As Calix lounged on his throne, boredom gnawing at him, the heavy doors of the throne room swung open. Two soldiers marched in, dragging a figure cloaked in black robes between them, the clinking of handcuffs echoing through the grand hall.

"The mage was attempting to flee a village," one of the guards announced as they approached the throne, their voices tinged with authority. With a swift motion, they pulled down the hood to reveal the mage's face, her features illuminated by the dim light filtering through the stained glass windows.

Calix's interest was piqued by the sight before him. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the mage's appearance and the air of mystery that surrounded her. A spark of curiosity ignited within him, eager to unravel the secrets she held and discover the extent of her abilities. “Good, you may leave” he spoke coldly and stared at the mage.