Tenndahl stepped forward to address Gryphonn, but two Rangers stood in his path.
"Wizard of the Council." Tenndahl said.
"I'm afraid we need proof." The first Ranger said.
In reply Tenndahl drew his golden sword.
The second Ranger lifted the sword from his grip examined it until he spotted a silver starburst that was the symbol of the High Council of Wizardry. The Ranger returned the sword to Tenndahl.
"And who are they?" The first Ranger asked as he turned to Conall, Midnight, and Tado.
"You know who I am, Itzal." Conall spat out the name like it tasted like a rotten tomato.
"Who says I was talking to you?" Itzal said.
The second Ranger watched uneasily, knowing Conall could be very bad-tempered at times.
"Move aside, apprentice." Gryphonn said. "They are friends."
Itzal glared at Tado, but stepped aside.
"But sir, he-" Itzal started.
"Is under the protection of the Council." Gryphonn interrupted. "Now return to your lookout post, you were not given permission to leave."
"Yes sir." Itzal said before walking off awkwardly, as if he wasn't used to losing arguments.
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