closed starter for @princemordecai location: the border between the lostlands and haven note: jinkies
Having not seen the prince since their...moment, Agron was quite concerned. He shouldn't have been, but his mind kept telling him that he should apologize or try and make amends of some sort. It had never been in his nature to be that kind of person though. He was a man of duty, the Queensguard. The Mordecai family was one he had sworn loyalty to and that, for certain, included Leander. He was sure he had messed up whatever progress they had made with just one moment though. And, with how Agron was as a person, he didn't know how to fix it. A bottle of cologne sure wasn't going to cut it this time.
Nevertheless, that was only the second reason he had made his way to the border. Refugees had been making their way over to Lysara and now they simply could not. This barrier was one that nobody seemed to know how to dispel and this was far above Agron's abilities to even try to do anything about it. The witches of the Tower were sure to be trying to figure out a way. Until then, they would all have to stay put. Maybe it would be handled soon, maybe it wouldn't. Either way, Agron was more concerned about the safety of Lysarans. And the royal family.
That was what brought him to Leander. He wasn't sure how the witch would treat him now, but he would be prepared to adapt. The other's back was to him as he arrived so he cleared his throat. "Prince Leander."















