[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	Solomon came across a room, thoroughly monitored compared to the rest of the facility. It reeked of Asevor, as several bands of mana encapsulated the room. If the prince was here, this would have been the most likely room to house him. If Veronica’s visions of the prince were accurate and only redirected, then chances were high. Solomon took a moment, his eyes closed as he contemplated what to do next. Any sort of penetration of the wards would alert Asevor.

	Solomon could still feel the tempest, giving him confirmation that he has not been eradicated, yet. It was clear enough that Bartholomew’s fight was diminishing. However, his presence alone was not enough evidence to prove his comrades were pushing victory. The clash of steel quieted down, as did the explosions. For now, that is all he had to go on without returning to the dining hall.

	Solomon willed for his shadows and Violet to return to his side. Violet appeared next to him, becoming visible once again, and two shadows manifest from the behind a painting on the wall. There was a moment of silence as Solomon’s mouth opened and closed though nary a sound could be heard even had eavesdroppers were on top of him. Shortly thereafter, the shadow shades sank into the those cast from the light unknown of where they were traveling. Violet returned to being invisible, seemingly unmoving as she faded from view. Solomon himself silently as he could crept to the stairwell. If what Violet reported was true, he was not worried about any more soldiers on this floor. He took a peak down the flight of stairs. From up here, they remained intact, though perhaps farther down, the stairs could have been destroyed, removing quick physical access back up from that room.

	Solomon returned to the Baron’s room, knowing that directly below it was the main hall they were served breakfast. Becoming incorporeal, Solomon shifted through the floor, careful to not emerge completely through the ceiling of the floor below. Holding himself among the rafters out of view, Solomon saw the state of the battle. The room was much smaller than he could recall, filling with ghastly smoke. Bartholomew with only one limb remaining was attempting to intercept Ragnar. Vines covered almost every surface, and Asevor was protected behind a barrier of magic. Shifting through the newly created partition, Solomon could see the other’s breaking down the door to escape. Given the potency of the magic fog, He now understood what was happening. Turning his attention back towards the foliage covered barrier of Asevor, Solomon had an idea. The fog would leave him alone from any immediate aid from his comrades, but hopefully if things turned south, Violet could provide some support. Ideally, she would not have to, but at least she was close.

	Solomon snaked across the ceiling, through the crevices of timber and stone and around the few vines that had begun to take root there. Entering the antechamber of the remains of the lower level of stairs, Solomon returned to form. If successful in his stealth, he was just close enough to the others he began his spell. Swirls of black and silvery wisps would travel from the large tome at his back, down his arm and towards the ground. From there the stream would split and slither across the stoned floor merging into the remaining bodies of the six dead mercenaries, purposefully avoiding the baron. Those whose bodies were still mostly together would rise as undead zombies, and those whose bodies were otherwise decimated would rise as ghosts. If successful it would make much of the protections provided by Asevor meaningless.

	After this attempt, Solomon  once again turned incorporeal, hid, and waited to see what develops. At the same time, he hoped his allies would be able to escape. Assuming no unforeseen hiccups, in just a moment the two shadows would push through the barriers placed over the guest room. It would undoubtedly alert Asevor. Anyone trying to physically inspect the door, such as Asevor or his men, Violet would appear in the form of the hideous banshee screaming with enough force and volume to make deaf the interloper, and potentially knock unconscious. If Asevor had another means of bolstering the room, Solomon waited to observe.