"I forgot to organize my things," Thaddeus said as he cleared a sofa in the corner.
His office was larger than Grifor's rented room. Tall shelves filled with books and scrolls lined the walls. Ahead, there was a staircase leading to a study table. It faced a towering window, illuminating the room in a blue glow.
After a moment, Thaddeus returned with documents in his hand. The table was cleared to make space for the notebooks, maps, and sketches he brought with him.
"These are everything I have so far."
Silas's interest was piqued by the sketches of faces. There were five portraits in total. The first three were unfamiliar to him, but the last two were strangely familiar. The first one depicted a man with rough features, and the next one appeared sickly, with bags under his eyes.
Finn stared at the portraits, gasping. "Aren't they?"
"Yes, Fredren and Allan. Do you happen to know them too?" Silas held the two portraits before Thaddeus.
