[h2][color=lightblue]Rolan[/color][/h2]

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Rolan was quietly wishing that the Queen's sister had not been brought up, though she was quick to dismiss her as a possible suspect in this thievery. Good, that was not an angle he wanted to have to consider given they still had a standing agreement with the Queen's sister to return a trinket to uphold their end of the bargain. He was not inclined to renege on a deal, doubly so with a Fae, so that was a quiet relief even if he would have to consider mentioning name dropping unknowns was typically unwise without a good reason. Gertrude could learn to reign in that damned ego of hers, though it benefited no one to say anything about it at the moment. They could argue later over intelligent decisions and knowing when to keep one's mouth firmly shut. Of course his thoughts were thoroughly disrupted when the Queen revealed what had gone missing from her collection.

A shard of Angroron, of all the damned things, collecting metaphorical dust in a Queen's trophy collection. He didn't waste time considering how it got here, while Tyaethe was quite furious about it ending up here, Rolan could see some sense in it being here. Who would even think to come this far out of the way looking for it, in the clutches of a powerful Fae who ruled over her own little realm in the woods? If the goal was to keep the shards from being gathered, letting it sit idle in a pocket world like this seemed to have some reason to it. It gave him a concerning thought that this thief was using the Order as a distraction, swiping the shards while more overtly pressing matters held everyone's attention. Even if the interested party was not capable of reassembling Angroron, which he would not dismiss without good reason, that many parts in one place would do no one any good. He considered saying something to the Captain, but given they were [i]still[/i] in front of the Moonlit Queen and there was a time and place for such things. Now was not it, instead focusing on planning ahead, which was something he could do at least.

Rolan had to wonder if there was some way to track these little 'shards of nothing', as the Queen had called them. They were distinctly unique, as far as he was aware, and had quite the detrimental effect to put it simply. If Gertrude were more reliable and less prone to flights of ego driven fancy he might have considered challenging her to come up with a way to test that aforementioned ego, but beyond nudging her useful directions with compliments and flattery he was hesitant to bring it up at all. Next time they were back in Candaeln he might have to dig into the library beyond his usual studies to try and figure out a method, even a fragment of one, to try and detect these shards before they get stolen from under their noses. Again. If it were easy some enterprising mage would have puzzled it out already, so while he didn't have high hopes, he might get lucky, so it was worth a shot.