“…ibn Kalilah ibnt Dilawar ibn Amahalmuta al-Tuskany, Holy Warrior of The Sarenrae, Divine Justicar of the Eternal Light, Protector of the Oracle of Tuskany, Destroyer of Undeath, Wielder of the Fiery Blade of Justice, Duke-Regent of Tuskany”, completes the page, managing to stumble over very little of the rambling introduction. Soletha struggles to keep the graceful smile plastered to her face as she whispers to Ildrim out of the corner of her mouth.
“Does he do this every time he goes to visit someone?”
“Only on formal occasions”, murmurs Ildrim. “Mostly.”
The couple rise as Faisal strides into the room and bows deeply.
“Baron Ildrim. Baroness Soletha. A thousand pardons for interrupting your busy schedules, but I come for an important personal matter. In celebration of your wedding, I present to you a small token of friendship and good wishes.”
The warrior hands a pair of small silver boxes to the pageboy, who brings one to each of the elves. The engraving on Ildrim’s box is clearly Qadiran in origin, with a strong Sun Goddess motif and flourishes very typical of elven artistry. Soletha’s box has more generic, less Sarenrae-themed decoration, also typical of fine elven work. As they open their respective boxes, each finds a single armband with similar carvings and bearing their respective names in ornate elvish calligraphy.
Ildrim reflexively examines the band for arcane auras, unsurprised to find evidence of transformation magic embedded in the device. “Reunification Bands”, he comments. “An interesting choice, Duke Faisal.”
Soletha shoots Ildrim a disapproving frown before smiling at the holy warrior. “Thank you, your grace. They are lovely. The engraving is created by elves, is it not?”
Faisal bows again, “Indeed, Lady Soletha. The kaffir…[ahem] the elves of Qadira are renowned for elegant craftsmanship. Their work is highly prized by nobles across the Empire of Kelesh. I am pleased that you approve. If you will excuse me, I must return to Tuskany to oversee the new road constructions. I look forward to your return to Firenze in the near future.”
After the dark-skinned man’s departure, the baroness turns to her husband, giving him a quizzical look.
“They are teleportation devices”, explains Ildrim, “Constructed in matched pairs and usually linked to specific individuals. They are sometimes given in place of simple wedding bands by Qadiran nobles. They allow the wearer to teleport to their partner’s side, provided they are within range of the spell. I would suspect these could each be used once per week, judging from the strength of their magic.”
Soletha contemplates the device in her hand. “So, I could spend an evening with you, even when you are away?”
“Indeed. But unfortunately, the devices do not provide a means to return from whence you came.” Ildrim contemplates this for a moment. “Perhaps we could find another pair, for yourself and your mother, to allow you to return to Freeport or Tuskany after our evening together.”
The baron ducks quickly as an engraved silver box bounces off the headrest of his chair.