[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	Fia was not swayed by Arcan’s rebuttal of Fia’s desire. Djinn mostly consisted of solitary creatures than anything else. While Arcan might not be as such, Fia was used to these mystical entities being more closed off. Still, Arcan’s true form might be one of those whose presence alone is enough to cause harm. A question Fia could prod later. All of this to say, while the opportunity remained, Fia would try to learn more of what made Arcan, well, Arcan.
	But such a moment might have to wait. Grave matters were being discussed, and it would be rude to interrupt such dealings at that time. Fia removed the scepter from her bag as it was becoming the focus of the conversation. Rezello had invested interest in its workings, and Arcan spoke cautiously of it. Damaged as it was, it still exuded power, though not much. A clear vessel to something miraculous.
	Fia was already impressed by the mere idea that long distance teleportation could be contained and accessed inside a magical sceptre. To learn the work and reason behind its development, and such rigorous testing it underwent just to guarantee success gave wonder to just how special a find it was. However, to also learn of each defect that had befallen it after its most recent use did put a damper on it. Even if Fia could somehow charge it despite the missing mana defined gem, without the activation ring, or the spell chant itself, it was practically useless. Even if it had power, Fia could not activate it under normal means.
	“If I’m hearing this right, those tickets are not something anyone wandering the street would find stuck underneath the farmer’s trolley. And given the complexity of the scepter itself, the necromancer was no mere bystander. He had motive and ability. It’s hardly anyone’s fault such a man found the means of infiltrating the vault to get what he wanted. Whether it could have been avoidable doesn’t matter. It has happened, and they can do is learn from it, darling Mr. Elc.” said Fia. Whether it was used as intended was not fully expanded on, but regardless, it was charged and used recently. At least when compared to when it was built. To only pull a dozen people felt a little underneath its potential.
	Fia gave pause as Miko spoke about the last known location of the necromancer, that room just before the foyer, barred shut, and contaminated with malicious energy. “If you wish to speak to Vesemir about it, he and the others have been perusing the cabinet of curiosities for the moment. Whatever they decide, you can let me know. I’ll lend you my magic should you require it of me. I admit I’m a little curious of the lingering energies that the room is contaminated with. Necromancy is one of those schools of magic that has never really come up during my studies.
	Fia turned to face Arcan. She turned her head to Rezello. It was hard to read just what he was thinking. The metal mask over his face made it impossible to see whatever expressions he might be having. But the tone of his voice and posture exuded sorrow and contemplation. This was probably the first and biggest lead the knight had towards uncovering what happened in Scheel. “Dear Arcan, you said it could teleport people near it it. Is that the only way? How did the feigning novice wizard teleport people from a city several miles away from the sceptre itself, trapped within that room of the vault entrance? Then to have only twelve individuals appear at one of four landing sites. An entire city disappeared after all; twelve feels low. It sounds like beyond choosing a landing site, the necromancer couldn't choose where anyone would show. This scepter seems the most likely culprit to what happened to that city ten years ago simply because it can mass teleport an army. But what happened isn't lining up. Is there anything else you can recall about it?"