Tylendel silently turned the key in the lock; highly aware that any sound could alert the guards of the missing key he had fetched from them. Savil almost held her breath watching him as the tension built. After years- so it seemed- the key turned into place and the lock opened with a quiet click. He slid the gate open, wincing at the rusty grate it produced, and scampered out the door. Savil followed quickly after heading towards Taredic's workroom, where they could Gate out. She recoiled at the thought of building another Gate, but if they escaped on foot-well, horseback, even with the Companions pace, it was too likely that Taredic would follow them. As she prepared her reserves she watched Tylendel through their mind-link.

Tylendel hurried toward the horse stables, knowing he had precious time before Taredic or one of the guards would look into the cell and find them missing and in the middle, the culprit key that Savil had insisted he leave behind because of its weight. He rounded the corner and stepped out the door and into the fresh air. Silently, he thanked the Gods that most of the keeps were built alike, or he would have no idea where he was going. He saw the stables ahead, and darted out into the daylight, wishing that they had the luxury to do this at night. Gala alerted him that there were no guards around, and he closed the door of the stable in a rush, quickly un-harnessing Kellan and Gala and leading them out the door. Unfortunately, they had to walk through the hallway at a tediously slow pace, lest the Companions hoof beats warn the guards of their progress.
A heavy door with bars was the last room before the stairwell, and Tylendel waited by it as the Companions scurried up the steps. The Companions urged him up after they were close to the top, but Tylendel was distracted by the sound of screams coming from the room behind him. His small Gift of Empathy could sense the pain within the room.
: Hurry, Tylendel, I need to start the Gate,: He heard Savil say impatiently.
: Savil, His-His servants are kept in here. I have to save them!:
: There's no time, 'Lendel. We have to go.:
But Tylendel had already made up his mind, : I'll be there soon.: He told Savil, ignoring her vexation, and setting his mind to Fetching the key ring he had unlocked the prison gates with. Finally, he felt it in his hand, and he turned the lock, freeing the servants and nearly passing out from the reaction headache of using his Gift twice in urgent situations.

Savil didn't waste any time after Tylendel's last Mind-speech, and quickly left the workroom. She had enough Foresight to see that any distractions would be a danger to them. Luckily, Kellan had the same foreboding feeling, and met her halfway.
: Something's wrong.: Kellan Mind-spoke franticly, : I haven't gotten any word from Gala, and they should have been here already if all they did was open the door.:
Savil left Kellan at the top of the stairs, and hurried down, arriving at a locked door. Something was definitely wrong. She saw the keys that Tylendel had Fetched next to the door, and she hurriedly unlocked it, pushing open the door to a ghastly scene.
Taredic had Tylendel forced against the wall using Mage-will, and the bloodied bodies of several servants who hadn't been able to escape huddled against one of the walls. Taredic's eyes had an insane glint in them, when he turned to face her. Quickly, she summoned a lightning bolt, intended only to disable him if successful. But he refracted the blow, and called the lightnings down on her. Her shields shuddered against the attack, and weakened. He noticed the cracks that were appearing in her shields, and sent a bolt of Mage-Energy to blast at the weak spots. The pain it brought upon her blinded Savil, and she knew she couldn't fight another attack. Her duty to protect Tylendel and all of Valdemar from this monster over rode any protest, and she knew that the only way to stop him would be to call a Final Strike. Grimly, she pulled the energy from herself and set up the spell.
A sudden movement distracted her. Tylendel! He had been freed from the wall when Taredic had turned and had recovered enough to push Taredic away from her. Savil disabled the spell she had started, realizing that with Tylendel's help, she could beat Taredic, and live to tell the tale. She prepared a fresh bolt of lightning, and hurled it at Taredic. He winced in pain, but before she could ready another blow, she fell victim to her loss of reserves. She nearly fell from lack of energy, but Tylendel knew what to do. Using his half-trained resources sent a powerful blast of Mage-Energy out, and Taredic crumpled, defeated.

A few candle-marks later, Tylendel's reaction headache began to wear off, and he felt capable of functioning again. Guards had escorted Taredic off, and for once Tylendel could care less about what happened to him, as long as he never saw him, or heard of him again. Savil was already up, he guessed she was more used to regaining energy than he was.
: Get moving,: he heard the friendly voice of Gala say, : Kellan says Savil wants to get back to the Collegium as quickly as possible.:
: So I'm not going home?: he replied, puzzled.
: You're healed aren't you? And Savil needs to train you quickly, now that you've learned how to use your Gifts.:
Tylendel almost danced in delight. As much as he would have loved to see Staven again, he would rather be at the Collegium, than have to endure the stares at court. Interrupting his thoughts (and his process of getting dressed) Savil walked in, ignoring his blushes of modestly as he quickly pulled on a grey tunic.
"I'd like to leave within a candle-mark," she said firmly. : We'll need to ride back, since I don't trust myself to Gate again.:
He nodded, and she sobered for a moment. "Tylendel, I wanted to thank you, not only fore saving me back there, but for rescuing those servants. Those are the real qualities that make a Herald. I am proud to call you my protégé."
He held back tears, and she smiled. 'Yes, I made some good choices with this one.' She thought.