"Her whereabouts are unknown yet." The calm voice of Cesarean rang out in the quiet space.
"But, something was strange." He added with a frown.
Servyn diverted his attention over to him upon that little clause he mentioned. His gaze silently asked him what it was.
Already conversant with the ways of the man, Cesarean immediately spoke without needing any vocal go ahead.
"Her spells and reminisces still lingers in her home. It was like she's there, but at the same time she isn't." He said, also trying to configure the mystery himself.
Servyn was silent at first, but then he looked up at Cesarean, his gaze showing that he had finally come to a decision concerning all these mysteries that kept spranging out from God knows where.
Before he could speak, Cesarean questioned. "How is Zolan?"
Servyn shook his head sideways with a loud exhale. "He's not recovering at all." He said.
"Still unconscious?"
