For all the fanfare, their first assignment was not the kind of thing Irwyn would associate with the need for armed inspection. Quite the opposite, really, as it was not something Irwyn had ever thought much about. They were headed to a farm. Or something ‘close enough’, as Calm had cryptically described it.Their way out was easy, with Alice still having access to the Beacon. Afterward, they would have to adapt to more mundane travel, as teleporting to Abonisle or City Black as the middle point of all travel during the Lich war was too high of a security risk and a logistical hurdle at scale. It was thus was generally reserved only for people who had legitimate business in the Beacon cities or more special circumstances than travel.The place they arrived in was a stone chamber with only one exit and an enchanted metal plate beneath their feet. It distinctly reminded Irwyn of the teleportation platforms he had witnessed in the past, which only made sense. Not everyone had a dedicated Time mage in their group, but it was probably more convenient for all long distance visitors to arrive through the same chokepoint.Opposite their entrance, there was a checkpoint of sorts inside a slightly larger stone structure, with a few armed soldiers and a single Time mage seemingly at the peak of imbuement. Their group was already getting much attention from them. They had sent notice of their arrival just a couple minutes beforehand as far as Irwyn understood, thus there had been little time to prepare on this side.“Good day, your ladyship,” the mage nervously nodded as they approached. “What should I note you down as…?”“Black will do,” Elizabeth inclined her head, using the most generic ‘we will remain anonymous’ name possible in their current Duchy, then brought out their very recently issued writ.A fancy little thing. It depicted the inquisition’s skull on a pitch-black background. Though apparently it was not quite the (...)