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Montinette was starting to grow weary of the man's persistent questioning. "I thought you Investigators were supposed to be sharp? Didn't you listen to what I said back there? My forefather completed the Great Work. Not me. If I knew the ingredients, I would have told you so. You people simply have to look for clues like you are trained to do. If there are any answers or hints on how to recreate what my forefather did, then you will find it at the Order's different hideouts. That's all there is to it. Find whatever clues you can; whether it be formulas or ingredients and bring them here and I will see what I can do."

The two Investigators knew however that at one point or another, they would have to return to Marandus' residence. If there was any clue of how to recreate the Great Work, it would be down there...

If only there was a way to enter when Marandus was either away... or unaware...

Anhjari tenderly stroke Astien's hands in her own. A strange energy coursed through them both as she calmed his mind. It pained her to do so, but it was the right thing to do. She needed him to be at his full wits. When she believed that she was done, she released his hands, looked at him with a sympathetic smile before placing a small kiss on his forehead.

"Are you... feeling better now?"

''It won't erase his memories of what happened. He will bear those scars for the rest of his life, but at least it will dampen his agression for a while...''

Vemirius guided his light around the cabing with a confused expression. "There is... there is no one here?!" he hissed. "Where did they go?"

He nodded to the Investigators. "Check every room. We can't allow them to just disappear into the thin air."