"Funky temple magic, basically. It's only been a few days, but... a bunch of ancient heroes, old members of the order ... eh, I'll let one of the Wardens fill you in. I don't think it's a secret or anything, but I don't really understand how it works." Ari shrugged. "Aaand there's Sarael. C'mon, I'll introduce you."
Shrugging off his own coat, Ari led Lucian across the room to where
an elven man with lengthy black hair was sat with a plate of food and a book, close to the fire. He looked up as the two approached, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"Yo, Sarael," Ari said, smiling. "Uh, this guy turned up outside looking like an ice pop, so I brought him in. Apparently he has questions about Aelora. Lucian, this is-"
"Sarael Nasazura," the man cut in, smiling and setting aside his book. He got to his feet in order to shake Lucian's hand. "I'm happy to answer any questions you might have, but would you like something hot to eat, first? You must be exhausted, if you only just arrived."