The call for war had come. It had already been decreed that the Skywrath Mage would be sent to the fallen field on behalf of their kind. The young mage had been given a week to practice his spells, check his armour, maintain his wings and prepare for whatever he may face on the battlefield. Almost immediately the noble had retreated to his chambers, presumably to carry out those orders. He had, thus far, remained there for the past three days.