RP:Ocean's Elanlan

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Part of the Lies Within Us Arc



This is a Mage's Guild RP.



Summary: On foot of Lanlan's expulsion from the Guild, Kasyr and Odhranos decide to capitalize on the drow's lack of a say in what happens with his belongings. Well, more that Kas feels like a bit of petty thievery and Odhranos isn't quite himself, so he can be convinced of pretty much anything at the moment. Heist ensues.


The Mage Tower

Kasyr let's out a long exhale as he strides through the halls of the Mage Tower, trying his best to go about looking as though it were any other day. Sure, he'd perhaps been a little derelict in his duties- but he was here now, right? Hell, he'd even checked into his office, and retrieved the slowly growing mound of papers that needed reviewing- providing him a sort of impromptu shield to wield at anyone who wanted to know more about the recent trial. "I really couldn't say." is voiced enough that it becomes an almost mechanical auto response by the time he's exhausted the queries of both colleagues and curious acolytes. And it was half true- really. He hadn't said- but that apparently did little to slow the roll of his apprentice. Still, he's not here to provide overdue chidings, or ... restitutions. No, he's here to add to the conga line of injustices (rightfully?) foisted at Lanlan's feet, and rob his office. When it rains it pours, friend-o.


Odhranos taps his foot erratically against the flagstones of his office as he sits in his desk chair, staring out the window as dusk approaches. Within him, a maelstrom of doubts whirl like an angry storm as he contemplates what he has already done and what he yet plans to do. When did he turn from being Lanlan’s friend to someone who condemned him in the public eye, and even worse, now planned on robbing him? Oh, how circumstances have changed from the comparably mild antics of Critter Island in Larket's Fog forest. Odhranos lets loose a weary sigh and closes his eyes, sinking back into the chair. Behind his eyes, fields of silver and grey wash outwards from him, as with each tap of his foot, a pulse of kinetic vibration ripples outwards through the stone, beyond his door and into the corridor beyond. Odhranos thanks his luck that he had remained on the Steward's office floor, rather than moving to join the Provost's, with their fanciful and exorbitantly expensive Rynvalian timber floor. As people meander up and down the corridor outside, Odhranos watches their ghostly footprints, as the soft material of their shoes absorbs the kinetic energy, dampening it and leaving behind shoe-shaped imprints in the silvery web. During their last hurried encounter to sketch out the plans for their ill-begotten heist, Odhranos had given Kasyr two small metal staples, which he affixed to the side of the kensai's boot heels, which looked for all the world like small fixtures to alleviate scuffing, thoroughly unremarkable. However, as Kasyr walks down the hallway and passes the terramancer's office, unlike the other ghostly footprints, the two metal staples pick up the vibrations of Kasyr's footfalls and amplify them, for all the world appearing like sparking flashes in Odhranos' terramantic vision. Not wanting to be content with checking once, Odhranos grimaces as he pushes his senses outwards, transitioning from the less taxing, yet more limited vibration sense and into pure terramantic sense. His vision blossoms into a technicolour of crystalline clouds, each denoting a different type of material, be it stone or metal. Where the twin sparking footsteps had previously walked, is now rendered a figure that glows with a multitude of different metals, most noticeably the airy silvery green mesh of mithril, woven into the form of a trenchcoat. Odhranos nods to himself, there are not many individuals who would wear such a coat, so it could only be Kasyr. Odhranos reaches out with his magic and lightly tugs on the kensai's mithril sleeve. Once, twice, a third time. Mission is a go. I will respond when the coast is clear. Odhranos opens his eyes and stands from his seat, a grim expression on his face. The heist begins.


Kasyr s' instinctive reaction upon feeling the initial tug is to already begin espousing those tried and true words, "Sorry, I really -" But when he turned to look down the corridor, he sees nothing, and the ensuing set of tugs serves to confirm their origin, and the overall state of things. He was fortunate, if anything- the interview he'd held with Odhranos having served as the staple to this endeavour, as it had allowed him the ability to state that his fundamental reason for this heist was academic, rather than spite. Far better to see the fruits of Lanlan's work serve as a foundation for future learning, rather then archived away, or disposed of, after all. It was not a line of reasoning the Kensai felt comfortalbe hashing out with the rest of the guild, however- partly because it could only stir a fresh set of rumours. It's for this reason that the Kensai fails to enter the illusionists office, continuing to saunter by . . . at least until he can reach the stairwells leading between floors. The manner in which they limit view means they're the perfect spot to slip away. Especially when the individual seeking privacy happens to still be in possession of a certain ring blessed by the Ascendi of Deception. With such an item as a focus, even the Kensai can muster up an invisibility spell that could garner a passing grade- though it still leaves him at an impasse with the most pressing of obstacles. That's right, a closed door. Really, he has to resist the effort to tap his foot, if only because some part of him is almost certain it would somehow hearken attention onto the spot he's lurking.


Odhranos steps out of his office and turns to his left, heading down the hallway in the direction that Kasyr had gone. A number of doors down lay the drow's office which had remained locked for the time since his expulsion, though the beautiful wooden door has been scratched, marred and defaced by well-wishers, undoubtedly the throngs that Quintessa had stirred up with her impassioned condemnation of Lanlan. Again Odhranos felt a wave of guilt washing over him. Why, again, had he sided with Quintessa over Lanlan? He had known the drow longer, to be sure. And in the few months that he had known the spellblade, she had more than proven herself a questionable individual. But yet Odhranos had fallen on her side of the conflict, Lanlan had been convicted of crimes that Odhranos really still wasn't entirely certain were as clear cut as they had been presented in the trial, and now Odhranos was looting his former friends office. What tangled webs we weave. Odhranos steels himself for the task, and unlatches the lock with a surreptitious flick of his wrist. He then suppresses the urge to glance down the hall and instead reaches out to tug Kasyr's coat with his magic once again. A single tug, signalling that the door had been opened and Odhranos is about to enter. However, as he had dithered outside Lanlan's office, a figure had emerged from the dusky gloom of the corridor and approached the terramancer from out of his line of sight "Yes, it's quite unfortunate that the door had to receive the retaliation for the drow's duplicitous deeds. But at least we have been relieved of such a violent dissident, wouldn't you say, Odhranos." Odhranos spins on his heel with surprise and finds himself standing face to face with the secone-last person he wanted to meet right now. Administrator Brenwyn.


Kasyr wants to move, so badly- as he's just a few moments away from being able to gain access to Lanlan's office. But with a startling abruptness he finds that they're no longer alone. Almost immediately, his mind begins flicking through a number of ludicrous plans of how he might extricate himself from the situation, or perhaps create some distraction that might draw the administrators attention away from the office long enough that the Kensai can sidle in. But the simple uncertainty as to his capabilities leaves Kasyr paralyzed. He doesn't dare shuffle even an inch, his breath coming to a halt as he tries his bes to will himself into inexistence- waiting for some subtle sign or avenue that he could use to pull a figurative vanishing act, to coincide with his current literal one.


Odhranos almost jumps with surprise at the Administrator's voice. "Xalious save me, Administrator, you almost gave me a heart attack." Odhranos holds his hand to his chest, as much out of genuine fright as to play the part of someone who was just surprised. "I was just opening Steward Lanlan's office because I needed to check some of the documentation that Lanlan and I did on the crystals found in Rynvale and Larket's forests. I've been hitting a dead end with my own research and I was hoping that some of Kai Xelion's notes might hold any tidbits that I've missed. Lanlan spent more time researching the Robelous runic system than I did, so I wanted to see what could be put to use rather than languishing in a locked office." Odhranos explains hurriedly as he folds his arms behind his back to hide the nervous shake in his hands. Brenwyn seems to stare down the anxious terramancer for a moment, before commenting in a blunt tone. "You seem unsettled, Provost. Is something the matter?" Odhranos blanches before hanging his head defeatedly. "I'm sorry sir. I really haven't been myself lately. I think the amount of work I have been assigned is starting to become too much for me. My sleep has been suffering and I've been jittery as a result." Odhranos grits his teeth, praying that Brenwyn buys the lie, when in fact, Odhranos is jittery because his fellow burglar is standing just over the Administrator's shoulder. Brenwyn mulls the terramancer's statement over for a moment, before nodding in acceptance. "Very well. I'll have a word with your supervisors and see if we can distribute some of your tasks, lighten your burden a little. Now," Brenwyn gestures towards Lanlan's door. "Why don't you open this up and we can see what we are dealing with. I plan on having this room cleared and prepared for it's next occupant as soon as possible. Brenwyn waits expectantly as Odhranos turns to open the door. "After you, Administrator." Odhranos holds the door open, keeping it open long enough after Brenwyn enters for him to make a panicked face in Kasyr's direction, leaving it open for Kasyr to follow then into the small cramped office.


Kasyr can feel his pulse pounding as Odhranos fumbles over the conversation. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what the Terramancers strategy is here- until it dawns on him. There's officially nothing. Odhranos is drawing blanks and everything is awfu- Oh, wait. Right, Odhranos is an actually responsible adult- the whole, working too hard strategy actually -works- here. It's enough that the Kensai offers up a thumbs up to his partner in crime- before remembering he can't be seen. That said, he still doesn't make any motion to move until the pair begin to make their way in, so the Kensai can try and sink up his footsteps to the pair. It's...mostly effective, though there's a moment where Brenwyn steps into the office and pauses to surveil the space that Kasyr finds himself awkwardly doublestepping and then nearly tripping over his feet to halt. He's practically standing in the threshold, but at this juncture, he doesn't really feel cozy with holding fast, which is probably why he begins scooting towards Odhranos direction. At like a horribly slow crawl.


Odhranos’ heart feels like it's on the verge of exploding out of his chest like something out of of Ripley Scott's fever dreams. Brenwyn Aradithas, an obscenely high-ranking official, and one who Odhranos is already on thin ice with after the court-case, is standing mere feet away from Odhranos' partner in crime. Not only that, but he is standing right in the midst of a soon-to-be crime scene. Odhranos can feel the palpitations already. As Kasyr steps through the door, Odhranos clenches his fist by his side. Instead of Kasyr's footprints vibrating through the ground as they normally would, Odhranos deadens the sound, smothering the vibrations and ensuring that no noise, nor impact ghost is left of the kensai's footprints. He also crushes the small staples he had left in Kasyr's boots, rendering them useless and no longer pinging like little terramancy bells. All of this was done because as Odhranos is now painfully aware, Brenwyn of House Aradithas is the ultimate all-rounder. There isn't a school of magic that the man hasn't dabbled in, and Odhranos knows personally that he has at least explored the terramantic arts to some degree. So, Odhranos takes countermeasures, then moves in for the distraction. "I believe Lanlan kept most of his research in that chest of drawers. Hopefully what I'm looking for is in there." Shuffling around the small office, Odhranos crouches before the ornate piece of blackwood carpentry, before gently pinging his senses through the contents. Lo and behold, the crystals he had told Kasyr about were in the third drawer. Unlatching the drawer, Odhranos focused on the metal bolt that would keep the drawer closed, should it need to be locked. With a quiet squeak, the bolt was squeezed into a thin blade, which Odhranos placed his hand over, before pushing the sharpened bolt up into the pad of his hand. "Sven blast it!" Odhranos cried out, scrambling back from the drawer, which now hangs open, causing the crystals within to rattle and roll around. "Provost?" Brenwyn asks, a cool concern colouring his tone of voice. "Bloody… trapped blade in the lock. Lanlan must have left it for anyone who was looking through his research. Bollox…" Odhranos nurses his hand, which is now oozing blood down his wrist and onto his sleeve. "Hmph, I could have guessed as much. I'm surprised that's all the treacherous drow left. Get to your feet, Odhranos, show me." Brenwyn's face is pursed into a frown as the terramancer gets to his feet, presenting the injury for inspection. While he did so, Kasyr would find his sleeve tugged in the direction of the open drawer, now hidden behind Odhranos' back, lying open for any invisible burgler to plunder.


Kasyr might not be completely freed from his anxiety, but the simple fact that his boots are completely bereft of sound when he hits the carpet provides a lessening of the existential dread he's been feeling. Whilst the swordsman doesn't quite have the same knowledge as to Brenwyn's capabilities- the looming threat of an ignoble ending to his career as a teacher is definitely at the forefront of his mind. And yet, it's hardly enough for him to second guess himself when Odhranos begins to tug upon his sleeve- that magical nudge serving adequately to get his feet moving again, every step made with a deliberateness befitting of someone who once stood near the very top of the assassins guild. it's only when he's looming over the drawer that he spares another glance for the pair- his eyes locked on them as he reaches his hand down into the cabinet. The quick glimpse he'd gotten of the inside let him know there was a few crystals. For his purposes, He'd have liked all of them, but even just a pair would suffice. So long as there was some left over -after- he'd exercised a judicious use of sticky fingers, Odhranos wouldn't be caught in a lie. What's more, a smaller amount may in fact allow the terramancer to claim the crux of what's left, instead of merely a lion's share. ...Right? Really the Kensai wishes he could deliberate on this a bit more, but he's honestly unsure of Brewnwyn's temperment or capabilities- so he proceeds to fish around in the drawer, carefully scooping up a pair of crystals into his sleeve, if only so they could be engulfed by the illusion weaved about his coat. Maybe a bit too hastily, considering the slight scrape of crystal against metal- which has the swordsman trying his bes tto side shuffle towards the door. Whilst there's certainly a temptation towards trying to procure more things from Lanlan's office- distance from the drawer and proximity to the door seems like the most prudent route.


Odhranos winces appropriately as Brenwyn takes a look at the wound in his palm, then he hisses with pain as the Administrator roughly takes his wrist and pulls it towards him. Brenwyn plucks his Xalious-wood wand from his pocket and holds it over the terramancer's hand. A small spark of lightning crackles at the point before darting with a sharp crack into Odhranos palm, sparking around the open wound, causing Odhranos to yelp with surprise. "Don't be a child, Provost, I'm healing you, not hurting you." Brenwyn admonishes tersely, releasing the terramancer's wrist, so Odhranos can inspect his now-closed wound, which has vanished, leaving only a faint white scar in it's place. Miraculously, by pure chance, Odhranos' yelp of surprise happened to mask the slight clinking of Kasyr's theft, and when the pair of mages turn to inspect the drawer again, Brenwyn is none the wiser that the number of crystals in the drawer is less than there had been previously. "Ahh, I remember those. Lanlan and I found the first of it's kind in Larket. It's one of a number, plus we made a few ourselves using the first few as a template. They're -" Odhranos is cut off by a raised hand from Brenwyn. "That's quite alright, Odhranos. You needn't go into detail. Save it for your thesis, I'll read it then." Brenwyn takes one final glance around the office, and an sneer contorts his lips as he turns, facing away from Odhranos', but squarely in Kasyr's field of view. Turning back to face the terramancer, sans sneer, Brenwyn frowns. "Right. I'll leave the rest of the cataloguing to you. Be sure to compile a report for my desk by this weekend, I want to know every trinket that the drow left behind, so we know best how to dispose of them appropriately. Take more caution than you have demonstrated. I won't be fixing up your wounds again, and the Guild will not be footing medical bills due to carelessness. Good day." With that, Brenwyn sweeps out of the office, returning to his officious prowling of the Mage Tower. Odhranos waits until he has long left, before letting loose a silent breath he had been holding. They were in the clear.

Kasyr wants to just skitter across the threshold and escape, but the manner in which Brenwyn effectively turns towards the Kensai, is more than enough to freeze him in place. For just a moment, the swordsman considers that they've been found out, and yet, when he reaches out with his empathic senses- there's nothing directed towards him. Rather, there's an almost palpable sense of disdain that seems to simmer and roil within the man, the likes of which makes the sneer that tugs at his lips pale in intensity. It's made worse, however, by the manner in which those sentiments seem partly at odds with the man. They're coming from Brenwyn, that much cannot be disputed, and practically overpower any other impression of the man- and yet, faint glimpses remain of something underneath which feel more ... right. A brief flicker of paranoia slithers through the back of the swordsmans head, the sort of thing that draws his thoughts back to bleak dreams of an endless ebon desert- and yet, he doesn't act- choosing instead to allow the mage to sidle past him. It's only after the man's footsteps have long receded down the hallway, that the Kensai becomes aware he's been holding his breath. "Gods. What did you do. Kill his dog?"


Odhranos flops into Lanlan's desk chair with a sigh as he feels the strength leave him, as the adrenaline coursing through his begins to abate. "Bloody hell. I'm not cut out for this." Odhranos sighs, staring slack-jawed ahead before Kasyr's words seem to come from thin air. Odhranos reaches out and gestures for the door to close, locking it with a flick of the wrist, then collapsing back into his chair. "Oh no, Xalious knows he'd probably be less angry over that. No, I just almost spoke out against him, and the entire council in the middle of Lanlan's trial. In favour of Lanlan. Which may have cost them the whole case." Odhranos shrugs weakly, before glancing across to where Kasyr is standing. "Needless to say, I'm not flavour of the months for the Council at the moment, particularly with Brenwyn. The Administrator is a no nonsense sort of man, and he evidently doesn't take kindly to free-thinking when it comes to the Council's rulings." Something occurs to Odhranos and his curiosity urges him to continue talking. "Though, in my defense, the testimony that the Guild presented was questionable at best. The Council didn't even bother corroborating the testimony. You can't blame me for being dubious of a statement presented in a letter, would you?"


Kasyr fiddles with the ring on his finger, if only so that he can shimmer back into view- and therefore be enabled to emote and shortcut his way through the conversation. That, and so he'd at least be on the up and up when he began to ruffle through the other draws in the room. After all, while his primary goal was the crystals, it could never hurt to get a bit more documentation on hand, especially if there was notes pertinent to the pilfered items. ...And maybe he could squirrel away a bit more, and help further grease the wheels of diplomacy that had started to churn in his favor. "I mean, I've noticed they're generally not avid fans of free thinkers. Remember the ceremony after the war?" Kasyr might sound a little bit fond of the way that debacle played out. Whilst he didn't carry that much direct authority within the mages guild beyond his position, his status as a hero of sorts did allow his words to carry an extra bit of impact. "J'en sais pas. Which es to say the same thing I've been telling everyone else who asks moi that, I really couldn't say. Maybe if you had a way of actually checking the veracity of the document. Scying it, some measure of...authenticating it, but otherwise." There's a shrug. While the specifics -are- lost on the Kensai, he'd been getting questions since he'd arrived back in the mage tower, and Quintessa's words before she'd collapsed at the end of the last tourney bout had certainly prepared him to some degree, alongside Lanlan's indignation when they had met up once more, " Don't they have that thing that prevents people from lying? Ou es that just a priest thing." He'd seen it in past- it was devilishly effective at times, though there were certainly ways to bypass it.


Odhranos nodded gravely when Kas mentioned the promotion ceremony that had taken such a political nose-dive. Remember folks, don't mention the war. "Mmm, I remember all too clearly. I don't think Grace has been forgiven for her outspoken comments yet, and I suspect she won't be for quite some time." Odhranos weaves his fingers and places the palms of his hand over his eyes, out of genuine weariness. "They do, yes, they had a Warding of Truth laid out under the court floor. That's partly why I found the conclusion of the trial so concerning, and why I almost ended up making a fool of the Council." Odhranos paused to compose his thoughts before continuing. "See, the Warding of Truth is very effective, but there are loopholes. Telling a lie is prohibited by the warding, yes, but reading written script? No such prohibition. If you are asked to read words off a page, then you are not lying. You are reading. Assuming you add nothing improvised, that is." Odhranos lifts his hands to take a peek at Kasyr from under the shade of his palms. "So you can understand my trepidation. Lanlan was squarely in the middle of the warding, so I can be sure he was not lying. But I'm less so convinced by the written testimony that Quintessa read. It could have been anything. Xalious knows, it could have been an excerpt from a raunchy action novel for all the warding cared, so long as Quintessa read it truthfully." Odhranos raises an eyebrow towards Kasyr. "See what I'm getting at?"


Kasyr s' expression doesn't really falter or change over the course of this educational lesson on the Mages' guilds wards. He nods along to certain parts, of course, but his interest is far more arrested by the folders he pores over- choice bits of text removed from the cabinet to be observed. Some are then replaced back where they came from, but others are carefully folded up and planted into the Kensais coat. "Mmm. That would work, certainly. It's not lying to read a document, et if noone verifies with the reader that the facts within are true to their knowledge, et they have no reason to doub tthem- or that it in fact es from them, that certainly leaves a lot of room to play with. Though, an able bodied prosecution could likewise argue that Lanlan's adeptness with Illusions would allow him to recreate versions of the scenario that would align with what he wishes occured, et it could be an honest display. Possibly even convince himself that it was the truth. Et that's not even taking into consideration that the one that appears in the court es an illusion." Regardless of their hostilities, the Kensai can at least field this as a possibility, because however frail the mage may be, he was certainly an adept deceiver. "That said- You're not asking this as a hypothetical, are tu?"


Odhranos covers his eyes once more, frowning, but nodding along with Kasyr's train of thought. "You're correct, Lanlan is skilled in illusion and probably could have easily fooled everyone in the courtroom into prosecuting an empty chair. Actually, come to think of it, he'd relish doing such a thing." The terramancer chuckles at the thought of a courtroom of mages wasting their breath on a figment of their imagination. "Though, I will say one thing. Illusionist are very skilled at deceiving the five senses, but they fall down when it comes to senses beyond those five. You yourself can attest to that, surely. But that's a tangent, nevermind it." Odhranos waves a hand idly, before fixing his right eye, with its unnatural gold iris, on Kasyr, keeping the other covered. "I'm not speaking hypothetically. No." Pausing to let the weight of the silence settle, Odhranos carefully words his next question. "Kasyr, did you write that testimony that Quintessa read?"


Kasyr is more or less taking Odhranos' lack of protests as an invitation to continue pilfering, something which has him shuffling along to other cabinets to play treasure hunter. At this juncture, the Kensai is seeking out papers that may be of relevance to matters concerning Caluss, or combat- though anything that simply seems of value may also fall to the swordsmans stick fingers. Or a journal. The idea that Lanlan could possibly have one, so that the Kensai could prank him with a public reading seems like the sort of thing that would fall right in line with the general scale of pettiness that seems to comprise the space between multiple murder attempts. "...I'd say it would be very unlikely to do so, et even then, to do so convincingly. Though, you're right, that es a tangent. Simply one I thought I'd level to allay your concerns about the court trial. If anything, it sounds like a ramshackle thing in it's entirety, rather then solely on one side." Kasyr sounds amused, if anything- perhaps because things are now starting to feel all too reminiscent of his time in Vailkrins vampiric courts. "You're right, however. i did not, nor did I even have any input on it. Whilst I probably could have provided some altogether damning evidence if I had an interest, getting Lanlan drummed out of the guild doesn't benefit moi. It just makes dealing with the larger problems at hand more complicated then they should be." There's a pause there, before the swordsman very carefull adds, "On the other hand, it worked wonders for feeding Quintessas desire for vengenace, something I only found out a sparse few days ago, enfin." He allows himself an exhale, his eyes blankly overlooking the sheaf of papers clutched in his hands- trying his best to make sense of the words there, but unable to focus in the moment. "I should have been keeping a closer eye on her. But I failed in doing so, et she's now at the center of something I'm unsure how to correct." With a frown, the swordsman turns to face the terramancer, trying to get a proper gauge of his expression, and more importantly, the feelings roiling beneath the surface, "But even knowing this, what are you going to do. if things were as slipshod as they were, enfin- I think they'd be hardpressed at seeing this decision challenged, especially at this juncture. Et whilst this certainly es not the way I wanted things to go- I'm not quite in a hurry to rectify things. It's better to play stupid, sometimes, et see how things pan out." Especially given he now has a certain degree of leverage over the illusionist.


Odhranos watches Kasyr's looting of Lanlan's office with a mild disregard. Better at least that the research can get some use, odds are the Council would have anything not immediately useful destroyed, rather than letting unattended research be pilfered by someone outside the Guild. Not to mention Kasyr is a Guild member, so Lanlan's research is still remaining within the Guild's ranks. Sort of. Odhranos didn't particularly want to look too closely at that line of reasoning, lest he start feeling iffy about it. When Kasyr admits that he had no part in the writing of the testimony, Odhranos merely sighs and lets his hands drop to his lap. Staring blankly at his upturned palms, Odhranos seems to exhude an unimaginable air of melancholy and weariness. "You know, I'm more concerned by how unsurprised I am than by that fact. Huh." Odhranos continues staring into the void until Kasyr asks him what he plans on doing, now that he has this information. The mage seems to wilt further, and a strong wave of guilt washes outwards from him. "Nothing. Just like I did in the court room. Absolutely nothing." The sigh that follows is empty and hollow, just like the emotions that the terramancer has felt lately. "All I've done is confirm my own fears. And I haven't the balls to do the slightest thing about it." Odhranos looks up at Kasyr, with a lost expression in his eyes. After a moment or two, he shakes his head. "Sorry. Thank you for being honest with me, Kasyr. I appreciate it." Odhranos stands from the chair, looking about himself as if rediscovering where he was. "The journal. Right, that's what I came for." Odhranos mutters to himself, beginning to pull out drawers and open cupboards until he finds what he was looking for. A small leather bound notebook, the covering work and cracked with age, with the faintest hints of brown staining along the spine. "Oh good." Odhranos comments, though his tone doesn't hold the slightest hint of joy. Standing to leave, Odhranos unlocks the door, before turning back to face Kasyr. "Feel free to take what you need. I'll omit it from the inventory."


Kasyr peers at Odhranos closely, watching the man gradually deflate under the weight of the truth. It's only when the miasma of melancholy becomes unbearable that the Kensai turns his attention back towards the process of looting, though not before he starts speaking again, "Doing nothing es a bad habit to fall into, mon ami. I should know, given a spent a few years doing just that. If you get an idea of what needs doing, if anything- let moi know, en fait." Because, whilst there's certainly been the sense that -something- is amiss with the guild, it's mostly come off to the Kensai as the normal sort of hierchical corruption and favoritism. Not the sort of thing he's really rushing to meet head on, for the moment. "As for my perusings, Je vous apprecie. Rather, I'm thankful. I'll be sure these find a good home." Both in his own personal notes, as well as potentially making their way back to their original owner. Frankly, plundering just about anything that seems especially relevant doesn't even seem too problematic. At worst, they can just turn up on Odhranos office later. Where they've 'Always' been. "I'll be sure to leave discreetly, et fairly soon." That said, the Kensai falls quiet again, his attention flickering towards the act of efficiently burglarizing the joint.