Magolor & Eliel... Suddenly the mystery of where their bodies had disappeared didn't seem like so much of a mystery after all. The very idea sickened him. To be used such. It was unholy. Evil. He swallowed hard as he considered her story. And her plan. "He most certainly has more. Or is making them now," he commented as his brow furrowed in thought. If the old man had taken their bodies, then at least he should be busy for a while, right? "Let us not wait for the moon," he said (still whispering), keen to be gone sooner rather than later. He held up his lantern, the flame burning brightly, "Fire set to the curtains and around to the rows of books would soon spread and consume this mansion, depriving him a place to work his dark ritual." Hopefully, it would kill the puppets too... if killing something that was already dead was even possible. He took a book that looked old and started tearing pages that could be used to start a fire (though did not actually start burning things just yet)