Having left the holy place, stepped outside, and taken a drag of a cigarette, before bed he still seeks out his passionate pals so they wouldn't worry, and shares his findings about the trip to the flower garden:
- Amazing thing - all the things are in their places, the house is neither ransacked nor sealed, as if she just stepped out for bread. The feeling... let's say, a pensioner's. Lives her life, grows flowers, does handicrafts, entertains herself with tales during long desert evenings, but there are also some works there for super-minds, various sciences, stargazing and such. To tell the truth - no sense of a mysterious evil witch. But check this out - all the vegetation is gone as if swept away, only sand remains. And it's not like it dried up after months of not being watered, it's just not there, at all. No, it doesn't look like Ginza cut it all down out of spite, it just vanished, plain and simple. So think about that. Also recalling how genjutsu affected her... The old lady is clearly not simple, but exactly how - I can't say, not enough info. Listen, do you happen to know if we have any decent sorcerers in the battalion? I just don't know, but I'm wondering if it's possible to determine someone's location by a specific item belonging to the owner, or at least which direction to dig?
- We generally have... Few sorcerers... Mostly all in the west... And even then... Very many will never return from there... Miracle workers of fire, light, and wind... Are no more...
Asmidul himself felt no changes in himself, but decided not to voice the reason.
—It all turned out nasty, of course... But maybe not all is lost yet, perhaps our guys from erudition have invented something useful for such cases. People lived to old age with worse afflictions!
in case of a repeated attack, temporarily equipping a smoke bomb, he quickly loots the bodies
Asmidul finds a gold tooth, 13 rem, a photo, a pack of cigarettes, 1 black chip, an empty wallet.
– Where, where, with our valiant troops, of course, – Camistella heartily doused herself with water from a bucket. – The statue of Arcelia, I recall, is also three-dimensional. Something to feel, not a painting. And maybe even a conduit of the deity's will.
Erika set off to the guild of quill and ink.
- Xerxes Dioram, - he introduced himself, - how can the Guild of Quill and Ink be of service to you?
