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Salem sat still, listening intently to the whispering that emanated from the orb. He began to lean in closer, eyes glued onto the blue hue of the object before him, watching and waiting to see what might appear. The smoke began to take hold of his vision, whirling around him as he made a futile effort to waft it away from his face and look to ensure his partner was still near. But as the smoke began to give way, so too did the visual on his partner. The clear night air revealed a pale sad woman who sat before him, taking the place of Victor Astorio. She seemed to hold a picture of a woman in chains, her in chains, set inside some unfamiliar Crest to a family he could not remember. Salem immediately flashed back to his waking nightmares of a pale defenseless girl chained up in a dungeon of some mad mans castle, saved by an aristocratic vampire who appeared to be missing from the Eves history. His eyes examined her a few moments more before searching the area around them in Hope's of finding Victor.

The remained silent, the two pairs locked before each other as neither spoke first. Finally Salem stiffened up and straightened his pose, looking at the sad girl before him before sternly asking her a question. [Color=82ca9d]"Where is Victor Astorio? What have you done to him?"[/color] His eyes darted back towards the photograph that she held and then back to her. Her pale skin and visage held some similarities to Lilie, was this meant to be Lilie? [Color=82ca9d]"Also...what has been done to you? Who's Crest is that and why were you bound in chains?"[/color] If this test was to being about sorrow, it clearly was not his that Salem was facing.