Tiral let out a sigh of disappointment as the rest of their search led to absolutely no other results. While the discovery of necromancy was good enough with respect to prevention of any further shady efforts on part of whatever conspirators caused this entire ordeal, the fact that the Shard was now floating around somewhere unknown now was quite troublesome. Given that the Roses on the mission (as well as the heir to the Cal name) knew about the entire matter now, the mage felt as if there was now a giant target painted on his back.

"...Honestly, I really hope those old mages don't try anything stupid to silence me or something," he complained, rubbing his shoulders in exasperation as the group arrived at Candaeln. "Knowing my luck, though, they're probably already working on something..."

The somber mood of the knights was not something he much cared for, but as things were, he couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy himself. Locating the culprits was a matter entirely its own, and though he (along with everyone else) was loath to admit it, there was no more to be done at the moment.

Given what the Shard was, though, the mage had confidence that it would reappear sooner rather than later. The question then, though, what [i]when[/i]. At least they could be prepared for it now.

"Captain, I'm going to head off to my room if you need me. I have a bit of a headache from today's... [i]Mess[/i]," he commented, bowing as he left to go stew in his own thoughts for a while.

And maybe sleep. Sleep was sounding good right about now.