Ahnasha could not help but to feel nervous as she and Fendros went in search for Marcaille. She had taken the time to speak to the Breton on a few occasions during the journey, but she had never hinted at what she wanted from her. Marcaille herself seemed to be a perfectly kind person, but the subject of necromancy was not something Ahnasha liked to discuss with anyone, and with good reason. There were few in the world who did not look down upon necromancers, so admitting that she practiced such magic could easily cause trouble for her. 

Regardless of Ahnasha's worries, she shook her head when Fendros suggested that he leave. "No, I know you already don't like what I do. I know you have a hard time trusting me with this magic, so I want you to see that I have nothing to hide from you. You can listen yourself to her talk about everything I'll have to do."

The pair stepped into the laboratory, which seemed to be a personal laboratory for Marcaille, instead of the alchemists in general. The Breton was on the other side of the room at a table, and appeared to be cataloging ingredients. Ahnasha paused, looked at Fendros, and took in a deep breath as she went over in her mind how exactly she intended to ask her question of Marcaille. 

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Peiter's head perked up when Sabine broke the silence between them, though he appeared to be confused at first. "La'khay? What do you want to visit her for?" He asked, but thinking back to their time before the march answered his own question for him. "Oh, right. The painting. I guess we can go see her. Do you remember the way to her room?"