Lucian felt oddly alone when the lunatic's spectre disappeared.
She might have been crazy but she had one of those personalities, that were simply none existent in the court, he found it to be a nice change of pace, so seeing her depart so suddenly was a bummer, he knew that she was a spectre but he wished that he had the chance to at least ask her some questions.
He sighed softly and walked up to Asura's book of 'Slayers' and looked at the two items left to him by Azerath.
He opened the urn and found a thick viscous black liquid filling it to the brim, then he checked out the white silk that reminded him of the spider webs, it was smooth and delightful to the touch, definitely not webs, but most likely some kind of silk.
He reached up to the tome of the 'Slayers' and opened it up, the cover squeaked like a door hinge as it opened, Lucian looked through the pages finding them in surprisingly good condition, based on how old they must have been.
