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• Fao Manor, a broken down estate in the Barony of Fao.

Adventurer's Log

During the week between finding Olivin dead and the halflings arriving, Lucius is found, one noontime, sitting at the kitchen table watching Zyindra make the meal. With everything that has been going on over the weeks, all the duties to be attended to and the emergencies to manage, there has been very little time to just sit and enjoy the company of friends. So Lucius sits and watches, a rare moment of unmasked Luciusness before he became Baron.

"You should use those spice you used last night. Those were really good." Lucius says with a bit of hopefulness. "What were they called?"

"With last night's fish, I was using salted fish as a base, adding sliced onions, dill, parsley, raw garlic, and lemon, along with a sprinkle of cinnamon." Zyindra offers, happy to explain as she works. "That combination will not work nearly so well on this dried venison. The meat's texture is different, and it has not been pre-salted." Still she turns and offers a smile to the dark-haired young man behind her.

"I promise, I will find a good combination." Indeed, she is already simmering the meat on a pan with olive oil, letting the dried meat soak that up and loosen, relaxing and softening as she works in freshly ground peppers and a tumeric base cayenne juice not unlike a tabasco. The best smell in the kitchen, even so, is Zyindra's freshly baking small loaves of honeyed pumpernickel.

"How are you feeling?" Zyindra inquires, as she continues cooking.

Lucius gets up and goes over to the oven, taking a deep whiff of the aroma emanating from it. He fills his lungs with the sweet smell and then lets it out slowly before he turns around to face Zyindra. "Busy. I've been spending extra time to help train Mareet and make sure Cecile is ready to take the lead when we finally get enough residents to warrant a larger fighting group. Sebastian continues to bombard me with important items that need my decision right away and he fusses over every task. We've lost our Librarian who I'm pretty certain was more important than any of us could have imagined. We've got to find a new librarian with special qualifications, find that lost shard, destroy the creature that was my Cousin and ensure he doesn't find the Lost General. Then there is that strange man with the mushrooms and the other oddities all around us. And of course Dru is being Dru. I have no wounds, or other ailments. I am not sick in any way thanks to your adept skills and am assured that I am tick free. Overall, I suppose I can say is I am well, thank you. How are you feeling?"

Zyindra smirks a bit as Lucius takes his time delivering a rendition of all of the bits and pieces demanding a portion of his limited but vitally necessary attentions, but she listens patiently while she continues her preparations.

"I believe you are very right about our lamented librarian. In truth, I suspect he may well have been even more important than I believed, but I do not yet have proof enough to affirm my suppositions." she mentions, honestly.

"I understand all of the things weighing upon you, Lucius. I do sometimes wonder what else some of us can do to step in and assist you. I do what I can, but I also do not wish to undermine your authority."

"I am enjoying working on cataloging the new library, however."

"Oh? You have suppositions? What thoughts are you holding hostage?" Lucius teases, coming back to sit down on the stool near Zyindra. "I am glad you are enjoying cataloguing the library. I can assure you that is most helpful. I don't think I can handle rifling through so many books. Have you found anything of note? Perhaps something to shed more light regarding what this particular shard represents and why Olivin found it necessary to extend his life for so long?"

"No hostages." Zyindra quips back, as she continues cooking, busying hands as her mind processes. She has begun the effort of folding and refolding the meat in the pan as it soaks up the oil, and with it the flavor of the spices and such simmering with it.

"There are quite a few interesting volumes. I have managed to find what appears to have been Olivin's inventory, and I am in the process of cross-checking against the current contents of the library to see if there are any volumes present that are not in that inventory, or any that are missing." the redheaded teen witch explains.

"One of the things I was looking for was evidence of a personal journal. Thus far, the inventory is the closest I have found to that, but I will continue to look. I do not recall any specific texts on Obsidian, but I will go over the list a second time to make sure."

Zyindra pauses with the meat, leaving it to simmer on its own, as she opens the iron doors to the oven and uses magic to carry the hot loaf pans over to a safe spot on the counter. Quick and sure movements of her knife free the loaves from their pands, letting them pop out so that she can place them in a basket and cover them with a gingham-pattern cloth.

"I assume any texts with information on the Invaders would also be a priority for us."