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Looking to where the others had entered the small room Inadi immediately went towards the book and paper that were strew about the desk. Before Avian and Jasper could get close enough to read the newspaper clipping Inadi reached for it and quickly stuffed it into the left sleeve of his coat. He gave a quick nod of acknowledgment towards Jasper and Avian as they got closer to the room. Giving a quick stare at the jar that held the still brightly lit beetles that illuminated the room quite well, he slowly shifted the jar so that the crack was away from the two who had just entered.

At this point the mystery of the symbol and the Midnight Man's existence had been the only major clue that the two groups were able to piece together. Inadi watched as Lesley led Jasper and Avian to the desk, something Inadi was already hoping would happen so they could get their whole conference out of the way. The faster they got out of this room the better. Once the man joined him at the desk Inadi began pointing out certain things he had begun to deduce about the study and the seemingly vast collection of papers dedicated to the mysterious witch hunter of the woods. 

Spreading out a few pieces of paper and flipping through certain pages of the book, Inadi began explaining what he believed was the purpose of the study itself. “Avian, while I cannot say I knew the Midnight Man in his prime, I doubt he would be so lost in his own glory as to create a whole room and collection of crude art dedicated to himself. Plus, most of this seems like it was created in a hurry. Almost as if someone was trying to write it all down before they forgot something,” Inadi explained as he gave a quick look towards Jasper and Lesley, who were now standing relatively close to each other opposite of them. He was beginning to think back to the time they were staring at him back when the dragons were around, but decided it was better to focus on the task at hand.

“At the end of the day I would only assume this was some kind of deranged fan of his dedicated to documenting his work. Some kind of scholar who had become so infatuated with the Midnight Man that he lost all control of what he was thinking or saying. Half of these things are so poorly drawn or scribbled up it is hard to even imagine what he saw, let alone what he is trying to write down,” Inadi said to Avian as he picked himself off the desk and used his spear to point towards the symbol on a specific piece of paper that had it dead center and filling up the entire page it seemed. “Regardless of that though, there is a chance this guy could have known the Midnight Man personally. No other way to explain how he was able to draw what he saw or what the Midnight Man may have described to him after one of his so-called hunts. And if he knew him, he might have a way for us to find him.”

Inadi set the spear down to his side as he gave Avian a quick look to see what he was thinking. It was hard to tell to be honest. The guide never really seemed to give a sign as to what he was thinking or what he was going to do. Granted Inadi didn't know him too well so that might have also played into it. But he felt his explanation was sound and it seemed to make sense considering what all the papers looked like. 

Leaning against his weapon he gave a quick nod of the head towards the door that would get the group out of the study. “More than likely someone else in the group may have already found a way to get this witch hunter to come out of hiding. I doubt he's actually dead to be honest. Nothing is ever that simple in this backwards place of Nowhere. So I plan on going downstairs and seeing if Harper has found anything useful,” He said matter-of-factly as he began stepping towards the doorway. Each step Inadi would flex his left hand, the numbness still trying to take effect after the punch a few minutes ago. Turning back to the person he had entered with and the girl standing next to him, Inadi shrugged at them both. “Are either of you coming? I'd hate to get dragged down the hall alone like some bad horror flick.” He joked as he continued to walk out of the room. He was done with that study anyway. Just standing in it was making his mind race and blood boil.