[color=1a7b30][h2]Rezello[/h2][/color]
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Rezello had much to consider. The curator had proven a valuable source of information, much of which answered several of his questions, yet inevitably also introduced some new mysteries to dig into. He now knew why Scheel had been the site of the incident, and why they only found a fraction of the vanished - teleported - populace within the tunnels. The main questions at hand now were the locations of the other three destinations of the scepter’s magic and that of the necromancer that had performed the ritual; the last living being that could be held responsible for the fate of his home. The answer to the former could probably be found in the records the curator had mentioned, though unfortunately it seemed they were back in Westernant, in some government archive - if not destroyed to suppress sensitive and potentially dangerous information. To think, he had been delving into ruins and pillaging dungeons for lost grimoires when he should’ve been fighting his way through bureaucracy. A far more perilous task, certainly.

While Rezello contemplated Arcan’s words, Elc had gotten into an argument with the curator, who had taken his leave. His concentration was broken when Fia offered him the scepter, which he looked down at for a moment before taking it off her hands. With the magic drained, several missing gemstones, and a damaged mechanism, it currently was little more than an expensive relic, but perhaps they would find a use for it later on. For now, it would serve as a marker of Rezello’s progress in his quest. [color=1a7b30]“Ten years without so much as a trickle of progress, and now it comes like a flood. I took on this quest with the hope that I could prevent such a thing from happening again, and once we are in possession of the control ring I can ensure it doesn’t, but... I never expected to have an individual to hold responsible for it.”[/color] He looked down at the scepter, turning it over in his hand before stowing the damaged magic tool in his pack. [color=1a7b30]“And now that I do... I’m not sure I’ll be satisfied until I know he’s dead.”[/color] The weight of the scepter’s gold would make a fine bludgeon to crush the skull of the necromancer, a fitting end for he who had used it to take so many lives.

As if by some turn of fate, Vesemir’s voice then carried over from the next room over as he announced the lich-slaying enchantment he had discovered. Rezello glanced at the others before turning and making his way to the leader of their expedition. Akari stood nearby, having dropped a pile of weapons onto a table in front of her and looking quite pleased with herself. [color=1a7b30]“My sword,”[/color] he said, holding his spadone out to Vesemir to enchant. [color=1a7b30]“Let the man that vanquished Scheel be vanquished by a weapon of Scheel.”[/color]