In the end Gilyon suddenly stopped to Freyan’s confusion.

“Hold these for me please” the mage said and put his part of the books on Freyan’s.

He held out his right hand before him, even his fingers opened straight.

“Hegen!” he said with confidence in his words and a construct made of stone and metal appeared on the ground. “I have to take back the books to Ga’Tokh-La`ar. This can take us there without walking” he pointed on the metal circle laying on the stone. Both of the surfaces were full of strange etchings. “You are welcome to come with me this time. We got out alive so I owe you your payment” he smiled.

Freyan was a bit afraid but agreed in the end. They both stepped into the circle and Gilyon gave out the orders to the magic device.

“Oru: Ga’Tohk-La`ar.”

There was a zapping sound and Freyan couldn’t see a thing for a second or two. The next moment they were standing on a street of a grandiose city. The road was stonewright. The buildings were made of snow-white material. It almost made Freyan think of his home. But these buildings were build in a different manner. All houses seemed narrow, and gave away the sense that they want to reach the sky even if some of them weren’t higher than two stores. Somewhere in the line of sight there was a huge edifice towering over the others. Freyan was sure that it could be seen everywhere from the city. It also marked the center of it.

They stepped from the device on the gray stone of the street, just to be halted by a rather uptight guard in full armour. Gilyon reacted to his angry words in a calm manner. And they spoke, then spoke a bit more. Gilyon tried to bargain. In the end the guard let them in both, but still he seemed a bit unhappy. The mage paid the guard, then took the books from Freyan.

“Stand there and state your name” said Gilyon to Freyan almost in an ordering manner. There was a huge book on a stand. A mark on the floor in one end, and an other guard standing on the other side of it. The guard turned to the right page.

“Freyan Maerven” he did as he was told.

The page of the book shone up, and two new words appeared on the page. His name in Axzavian letters.

“What was that about?” Freyan asked after they left the guards behind.

“Ah… That was just about your entry fee. If you ever want to enter this city again, you have to look a bit more… well civilized. This is the rule of the city. To enter you have to act and look civilized. And pay five hundred griske entry fee. Well five hundred is the come and go fee. You have to pay it once if the city doesn’t rule otherwise. Usually with three hundred you can enter once. But the guard didn’t let it go, because how you look.”

“I see. So how much you paid?”

“Five hundred. And you have to pay it again if you ever come back. The only condition with which they let you in is that I go with you everywhere. So bare with me with a little longer.”

Gilyon went as far in welcoming politeness that he invited Freyan into his own home. He had a not too spacious but cozy apartment on the ground floor in a narrow three stored house. As he explained for only ‘informative’ purpose, even if Freyan would have ill intentions despite being under the effect of a calming spell the guards would get him before he could leave the city.

“Ga’Tokh-La`ar’s walls stand high but the alertness of its protectors are higher” he said.

In the end the mage paid two thousand and five hundred griske to Freyan for his service and saw him off until the same teleportation circle they arrived to the city. With such goodbye words ‘he hope they meet in the future soon’ and ‘he sometimes visits Ga’Balgala for supplies’. As the city guard activated the magic circle to get back Freyan to his last location he felt that weird feeling of moving yet staying in one place, the complete darkness started and followed that zapping sound.