Al'nehak simply watched as Antes left the room. The room was quiet and Al'nehak was not sure of what to do. The occupants of the room was now just her, Madam Royce and the knight who was introduced as Icarus. She gave a small nod at Madam Royce and threw a cursory gaze at Icarus. 

"I will also retire to my room. I'll see you all around." 

Outside the room, a star knight approached her. "Are you Al'nehak?"

"Hmph, you can't hide anything from her. Yes that's me. What is it?"

"I am here to escort you to your chambers."

"Very well then, lead the way."

She followed the star knight to her chambers. Madam Royce promised there would be items of interest in their rooms. Al'nehak wondered what that meant. A specimen of the alien waiting to be dissected? That'd be too good to be true. Or perhaps it was her old dagger then, Xa'nuro? A sick joke! Just thinking of that dagger swelled her with anger. 

They arrived at the door. The star knight bowed and went his way. Her hands turned the handle but stopped short of pushing the door open. Come to think of it, if these 3 seers could make such predictions, would they be able to find that sentient dagger?

No, it was likely something far more mundane. She closed her eyes. What did she want to see behind this door right now? Gears, lots of nuts and bolts. She felt an incredible urge to create something. Raw materials and a workbench would be great. 

She opened the door and to her surprise, she found a neat arrangement of magitech parts adjacent to a workbench. Madam Royce apparently kept her word. Still, it unnerved her somewhat that Madam Royce was true to her word. How did she know so much, even as an oracle? She wondered what the others would find in their room. Al'nehak went over and took a quick glance at the parts. They were very good quality and her mind raced with the possiblities of what she could create with it. She noticed there was a note left on the workbench. 

"If you need more, feel free to ask the good sirs stationed at outside your door. They'll fetch it!" From what she could make out of the signature, it belonged to Madam Royce.

"Well then I will take you up on your offer then," she said aloud. "Now then, I wonder what I shall make in the limited time I have. I think she said we had a few days at most before the rest of them arrive? I don't have anything as fancy as a philosopher's stone nor do I have especially powerful enchanted items. So with that in mind, then I think I'll devote my time doing this..."