First time driving, I take it? [ Martin's used to this sort of mess, something nostalgic and comforting about the sight of weapons littered all over the place. Who would've thought he'd miss the fortress that was his prison and sanctuary?

(But it's not Cloud Ruler itself he misses. It's his guards. It's safety, or in truth, the semblance of it. Here, no one has his back. Because no one cares.)

Maybe.

That's why he's here. ] You're cold. [ Wordlessly, sinuous, red-hot flames lick at Martin's fingers. A vortex of hot air heating cool air forms with Martin as the eye of the storm, the room's atmosphere growing balmy. ] I'm fine. I came here to see if you'd be willing to give me sword lessons. I'm growing rusty. My guards would never forgive me.