Temporal Stasis

As the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow on the world, Imeng nudged Fein awake with a playful jab.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead! We've got some serious magic to master today!" Imeng exclaimed, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Fein groaned, rubbing his eyes and blinking away the remnants of sleep. "Magic? Already? Can't a guy have a decent cup of morning ale first?" he grumbled, but the corners of his lips curled into a sleepy grin.

Imeng laughed heartily, patting Fein on the back. "A true wizard never starts his day without a touch of magic, my friend. Trust me, this'll be worth it."

With a flick of his wrist and a chant in a language Fein couldn't comprehend, Imeng summoned a swirling vortex of shimmering light. The air crackled with energy, and Fein's hair stood on end as the magical portal expanded before them.