—You meet all sorts of people... —he muttered to himself, carefully examining the back of the photograph. —Sigret... Sigret, Sigret, Vinaigrette... Right, Tenebria! So, what does that mean... One wizard trying to counter another. Will it work? —someone might think this was a schizophrenic monologue, but in reality, Asmidul always had a silent Reven with him.
After putting everything back in its place, the guy leaves a final note for his possible companions on the same stone, and then returns to the administration.