With both the unconscious man and the demon locked up in ice, Tiral quietly followed alongside the rest of the Iron Roses as they made their way back to Candaeln. Delicacy, of course, was not a priority, and so those two ended up being lugged back with the rest of the luggage. With all of their stuff bouncing around in there, it was a miracle that the man didn't wake up. The same couldn't be said of the demon, who probably wasn't having much of a time with all the spare gear knocking it in the face.
Once they finally stopped off at base, the two prisoners were handed off in short order, and as the Captain went off to go explain to everyone left behind about what had just occurred, the ice mage quickly moved to withdraw to his room. The Court Mage's note's were still lying around, and the sooner he could analyze them, the better.
"But clairvoyance, huh...? Well, it'll certainly be of use if I can figure it out. After that mess today, a bit of study would do me well... Huh. I never thought I'd ever say those words in my lifetime," he mused to himself, silently slipping through the halls and towards his destination. Once there, he slipped inside, careful not to disturb anyone with any semblance of noise, and changed into a less battle-ready set of clothes. While the outfit he wore for the banquet before was still lying on his bed, Tiral decided against moving to change that yet.
"...Should I also be doing some research into vampires? After what happened today..." he muttered, sitting down at his deck and collecting the papers into a single neat stack. "Well, it's not as if it matters much. Everyone else can grab me if they need me. I'll just study until the next meal arrives, I guess."
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