Before leaving the building Myrn looked into the tome that she was rewarded with. It was a tome of Arcane Technique, allowing her to dive into the fade for a temporary moment in order to learn it's secrets. But it wasn't as simply as simply entering the fade and picking up whatever she stumbled across. It was a... Surreal experience. Myrn had entered the Fade a few times in the past, while training her magic with the Keeper. The Fade was no stranger to her, more so since the clan would sometimes traverse places where the veil was thin, making trips to and out of the Fade more frequent. But this instance was different. Unlike before, she didn't really feel herself "Entering" the Fade so much as observe it, like how one would watch the sun set. Everything felt so far away but also just barely out of her reach. As though that if she only took a few steps further, reached out, she could grab it.

In this instance, where Myrn currently floated, there was a tiled brick floor, which eventually melded into a dirt-like area that led off to another area. Pillars that led up only to scrape at the sky at intervals in the "room," while a statue of a mage with tentacles for arms stood overlooking her. Far above, there were islands, connected by land bridges that may have spanned five feet or five leagues. Despite the constantly shifting nature of this strange place Myrn had a general idea of where she was at, in a strange sense. She could fly but could not touch anything; whatever she laid hands on she phased through harmlessly. She wondered what would happen should a demon or fade spirit find her, and if they could do anything to her. Better for Myrn not to find out. She continued to explore the Fade area, and at some point while trying to explore the many floating island was nearly struck by a airborne mouse. Before Myrn could even figure out why there was a mouse sailing through the air, it was gone. Deciding that perhaps it was not worth prying into, Myrn continued her search.

Myrn spent some time in the Fade, observing what she could for what felt like days. By the time she came to, the tome had been turned into a simple blank book. Myrn felt dizzy and a bit nauseous, but the journey had bore fruit. Putting the book into her backpack she called out to her friend. [b]"Alexander, let's go going. I think we have time for at least one more job today. One contact in the city said that one of the Alienage's local Herbalist recently was robbed of his treasured family heirloom, a magical elven sword. She hasn't really told me much about them, but I'm sure there are plenty of witnesses we can speak with."[/b] Taking a cool drink of water, Myrn left the building to go find some leads about the robbers.