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[h3][color=0072bc][i]Xen[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Returning to meet Ivory and company at the cellar[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] Dressed down for moving about the Calhearth with ease
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[url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ce/3d/91/ce3d91f17269149e2339d56fe14f70a1--sea-art-pirate-ships.jpg]Ornate weaponry. Slightly pale face. Red eyes.[/url]
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Xen walked alone now. The caverns were entirely dark, but Xen found his way through the twists and turns effortlessly. He had taken this route enough times to know it by heart. The caves opened up to a room lit by a soft glowing light coming from nowhere. In the center was an egg carrier, made of ivory, gold, and crystal, expertly crafted in elaborate Fae style. It carried nothing.

He took out a journal, this one his own. Its pages, filled with writings and drawings, were glowing without Xen channeling flux through them. They depicted the nature of Lycans, Vampires, Dragons, and the complex relationship they shared. Detailed drawings of Naga and their eggs were put alongside those of thistle. One depicted a gruesome dissection of a fully transformed Lycan human with the word “Werewolf” written across the top. Another had a map of the maze-like tunnels behind him, not that he needed it. He dwelled on one page, featuring three large, head sized eggs, each with a red, thistle-like structure wrapping around its shell. He sat down at a nearby desk, took out a writing utensil, and began taking notes and adding to drawings. After he was satisfied with their detail, he pulled some scrolls off a nearby shelf, packed them in his coat, and left just as quickly as he arrived. 

When Xen emerged from the caverns to see Ivory and Grimsley walking away, talking about getting some food. [color=0072bc][i]She’s in good hands.[/i][/color] 

Mystics, like pyrats, were servants of the underworld. Normally, precognizant mages worked for guilds and royalty, or spent their days writing manuscripts in the Arcane Heights. Some believed mystics had equal capabilities to those celebrated mages, able to sense the future with such accuracy so as to build their lives around their predictions. Others called them frauds. The reality was probably more muddled than either party wanted to admit, with mystics being incompetent individuals, never afforded the opportunity to refine their craft to the same degree as those in the Arcane Heights. 

“Oooooh, three of them?” A fae-naga mix looked curiously at Xen, momentarily distracted from her crystal ball.
[color=0072bc]“That’s right. And I know exactly where to look.”[/color]
“Where-where? Do tell!” She focussed her attention back on the spherical crystal, hands on each side.
[color=0072bc]“Veracity.”[/color]
The halfbreed froze. “They’ll know I looked.”
[color=0072bc]“I know. I need this as a favor…”[/color]