Whoosh
Glacion reached the edge of the cliff. Only a few steps separated him from Pistu, sleeping on his stomach, and Harper, kneeling nearby in complete silence, yet he could go no farther no matter how casually he appeared to be standing there.
He could sense several layers of barriers and arrays overlapping one another, each woven with an astonishing degree of precision and stability, all of which could only be bypassed with a specific key. It might be a badge, a ring, or some other form of identification that he could not immediately identify, but the result was the same regardless of the method used, only certain people were allowed to enter, while everyone else, even beings of considerable power, would remain outside.
So he stopped there without attempting to force his way through and stared directly at Lord Robin.
