"Sovereign?"
Xie sat before Sol perplexed. "Calm yourself."
"I am calm," Sol shook his head, brushing his golden hair behind himself and taking a deep breath of the mana that seemed to fizz into existence because of his presence, a phenomena that the Mad Raven did not let slip his notice.
"I assure you, this time you are not," Xie shook his head with an even more perturbed expression than before. "You are wroth, M'Lord," He retreated several paces away and glanced to the side at Ikaris's frantic approach. "Behold, even M'lady is in a panic." He gestured to her.
"I told her to deal with the Vatui-"
