Isaac's POV
Jovenor, upon hearing my requests, led me into the Mage Summit and started the long walk to what I came to think of as a combined lab and library. Potions of all colours and behaviours lay around in vials and bottles. A few of them were brewing in flasks and being tended to by elves in white robes. This robe must have been for the ones interested in potion-making.
"This could be the first place that you will find your answers. I'll leave you with Kalifa and she will help you get to whatever you need. Make yourself comfortable," with that, Jovenor left without another word. Kalifa rubbed her arms as though she was trying to ward off coldness, a nervous reaction that I recognised all too well.
"How is he?"
"How is who?"
"Kevin… Who else would I be talking about? He's the one we haven't been able to track and I don't want to believe the story that you all gave us," she said, shedding light on her question.
