The Administration Mage
He'd nodded to his mother as she passed him and moved into the interior of the Blackbird. His left eye twitched ever so slightly not having to rely upon the mental control while Veta was inside, the Ice Trolls seemed to get far colder for a moment as if drawing in the ambient heat surrounding them before moving out and moving back to their temporary quarters many of the old buildings that had been left desolate and forgotten. Even if the sensors were dilapidated that were watching them it would be obvious that they moved far too fast let alone quietly for most conventional bipedal creatures, and especially ones of such size. The occupants who remained being mostly rats and perhaps a goblin or a wild kobold suddenly having a most unwelcome house guest. The interiors of each of the buildings would generally end up seeing to become ice caves or freezers that were left far too long without cleaning. Dakkon had done his research on the areas surrounding the Blackbird years ago shortly after she had left. The buildings magical protections against most forms of damage were perfectly utilizable in this capacity. The holes the Ice Trolls made entering into the buildings would close up the wounds to the buildings laving them localized cold spots for another few hours. The general atmosphere outside the storm that was coming in started to spit snow due to the collection of cold spots and the remainder of the freezing asphalt of the road section, but after an hour or so the heat of the upper-atmosphere carried with each drop would warm the area back to normalized levels. The buildings would seem to start warming back to average temperatures in a day or two, but for now the resting places would be easily identifiable due to the frost clinging to the walls, and windows on the outside. Blinking hard a few times he forced the contact lens out of his eye and caught it in his left hand before stepping through the door after Veta. His right hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a contact lens container. Using his ring finger to spin the top he dropped the contact lens into the solution, and then flipped the lid back into place before spinning it closed . As he looked up his eye red and slightly angry looking due to the sudden departure of the lens he turned and pushed the door closed allowing the ambient heat of the Blackbirds solid walls to act as a bulwark against the early onset of winter outside. "So who was that guy mom ?" He said his eyes squinting a little as his eyes became accustomed to the darker interior as opposed to the exterior light.