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"Well, based on what I've been reading here, I think something should become pretty clear," Goetic went on, trying to gloss over the weird tension between the two. "These journals are written by the wife of the smith here. Apparently Avel de Contelard... actually came to Cain's Estate at some point. He became friends with Cain's second son, a man named Cainas."

"So Contelard was HERE," Torin exclaimed. "And that woman had become suspicious of the manic bastard, and was investigating him?"

"I suppose with her husband working the forge all day she must have gotten bored, and was looking for something to do," Ignael joked.

"Mm... Well, she sounds more concerned than bored," Goetic replied, completely missing Ignael's tone. He was almost obsessed with these readings. "Why don't we go meet back up with the others? In the meantime I'll keep these journals and continue to read through them."

"Let me share some of that with you," Maria offered him, helping to carry the books and also reading through them. "For the sake of nostalgia, I'd like to see what old Avel was up to here."

However, there was a small sense of something that Goetic really couldn't let go. The simplest question in the entire universe which fundamentally changed the way he could view the world... or even take stock of this situation.

"What if it wasn't mania?" Goetic muttered out loud. What if Avel wasn't just some crazy old scholar? What if the smith's wife hadn't been paranoid and bored... what if she caught him and he was really up to something nefarious?

Ignael turned away, putting his back to them, and looked out to the hallway. "I suppose we should keep our eyes open for Devils, then."

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Matsuda was laying on his stomach in the clinic, on a roll out bed which had been prepared for him. His shirt had been stripped off in order to fully expose the gouges and wounds across his back.

Seth had helped him get here safely and comfortably, though that guy was still concerned about the fact that Dismas had somehow slipped away during all of the scrambling of different groups.

Zephyr had been the one to lead the way and keep them safe from danger. The weasel was able to climb up into the window and check the building before they were forced to go inside, and he was small enough that he didn't get spotted in return. Once they knew the monster was there, it was fairly easy to dispatch it.

An arrow had been used to get the attention of the monster, distracting it for just an instant. But that moment of hesitation had given Seth the time needed to roll his steel ball into the room and intentionally trigger a trap. The ensuing explosion of spores was enough to swallow up the monster and vanquish it safely.

"These things aren't so bad when we're the ones who take them by surprise," Seth had taken note.

Zephyr couldn't help but agree with that. "Yes, but it still makes my fur stand on end. They can show up without a sound, masking their scent. And those eyes had..." He thought deeply about the profound effect those hypnotic eyes had on him before. They had forced his body to move when he didn't want it to. Made him flee in fear, when he had always stood his ground before.

He didn't like it. He was glad they had killed this one quickly.

Leone, meanwhile, had been brought along for one purpose. The cat-hooded figure was now cleaning Matsuda's wound as he lay there on his back. It hurt his neck a little bit, but Matsuda turned his head up as much as possible so he could watch the others as they rifled through the room for medical supplies and other things.

"Human medicine makes no sense to me," Zephyr admitted, having picked up a syringe and began studying it. "Why would you want to impale yourself?"
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