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Barty watched as the wooden owl flew off to fetch his [i]masters[/i] things. The mask certainly could be useful at this juncture, and he was more than delighted to see that Rohan wasn’t about to waste all of their time with a trip to his dormitory just to retrieve it. This was partially why he liked the woodland spirit, because he had a sense for what to do without being asked. A person who knew their place and more importantly when their place was to hide away from the others. That was a skill needed to survive this world, one the others sorely lacked. He didn’t care for the birds that followed however. A trio of magpies lurking about to constantly remind them of what's to come. He wanted to believe that this was merely a prank being pulled on them by some other students to shake those who have entered the Coven systems, but he felt as though it was much more. Perhaps older magic was at play here. Cassie was as helpful as ever, asking questions that he doubted she truly wanted answers to. He wasn’t about to harp on the rumors that Fell was being produced here, he wouldn’t want undue competition with the drugs that he peddled. So instead he decided to elaborate a bit on what Rohan and Connie had already given.

 [color=8a9a5b]”Perhaps the noises that you heard, dear Connie, were that of the old Coven Witches. Stories have it that a Coven of Witches, friends till the end sort of deal, had decided to scuttle away into the dungeons one dark night. They had awaited till the witching hour, a New Moon was on display outside, and in what can only be described as an act of stupidity masquerading as ‘a silly slumber party game’ they attempted to open up The Witches Road. There were no survivors, and yet there were also no bodies found. Those students had seemed to vanish out of thin air. Some say the spirits of old witches came to claim them for using their sacred road as a game. Others claim they were trapped within the winding road and have yet to ever escape it, doomed to live a thousand lives or die by the roads rules. Some say this incident never occurred and that it was all made up as a way to scare away young witches and warlocks from ever entering the dungeons or even attempting The Road. But if you truly did hear sounds and felt the chase of something at your heels, it may very well be the spirits of those who dared to blaspheme.”[/color]

Frankie was taken aback by it all, but mostly by the way that Dysphoria and Finley had closed the gap and began to ask him questions to things he hardly knew anything about. It seemed that the pieces he was working on earlier seemed to belong to the head that was missing and also found. “I wouldn’t say it was a party with blood. I was prepping pieces of a body. After getting the heart working earlier today, I had a spark to continue the work, to see if i can craft further than that which i can already and to create a specimen entirely of my own. No hunting, nor chasing, just good old Science and Witchcraft working hand in hand to create life. Though, I hadn’t made it to the life portion yet after Jake had come in. Sorry, can’t say I’m much help in the finding and chasing aspect of it all. Nor do I know the identity of the body found, it…was missing a head and any other identifiable features aren’t known to me. That’s part of why I wanted to tag along, to see who these pieces belonged to.”