Slight History into the Night Route

Authour: Saerileth
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Character(s): Nyle Leves, Geister
Time: Shortly following Saerileth's leave...
Location: House of Morningstar, Leves's Room
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"Any luck these nights, Geister?" Leves spoke up, shutting the door that was forgotten about. She turned the lock then placed a few of her items down next to the door to lessen the luggage. When she turned to Geister for a response, the Troll shook her head no - a response Nyle dreaded to hear. 
"Elfy gone in Silvermoon somew'ere, Mutter Leves," She answered, her accent of the jungle vivid. "Can't seem ta find her, mon. Hearin' reports of 'er walkin' but no one remembers 'er."
Nyle frowned, "The one thing that damn imp had to do." She raised her hand to her eye level and sighed.
"Surely we find elfy befur t'ay do?"
"Don't know, Geister, I do not know right now. That expirement needs to be back here though. Before the House finds it. Before someone of authority finds it. If someone doesn't think correctly, they'd blame that the child is brain washed like one of those Morale Guardians that walk!"
"Aye, mon...'n yur name's on dat tag too."
"Bingo. Big explanations will be needed...I can't afford losing the Apothecary, but nor can I afford risking this task."
The Troll nodded as the Forsaken Warlock made her way to her desk and sat down. Nyle went silent almost immediately, glancing down upon where she swore the signets were once at. Her face grimced, she couldn't feel their presense near. Concentrating, the Forsaken closed her eyes, the energy of the signets felt dim. Her hand slammed against the table, causing Geister to jump and walk over. "Mutter Leves...? Everyt'ing alright?" she asked cautiously as she approached. 
"Geister...whats missing?" replied the warlock, pointing at the desk, specifically at some reports. "Am I insane, or did you recall something here as well?"
"Do believe ya had somet'ings der," Geister pondered, "T'ose rings, mon, dat ya be messin' wit'?"
Nyle winced, making her hand into a fist. "Who in all hell's name came in here after I strictly tell them not to!?" Her voice never raised in volume, but her tone seemed much more stricter and dense. "Are they fools to take what Apothecary examines?"
"Mutter Leves, dun ya t'ink dat ya moved 'em?" shrugged the Troll, attempting at calming the Apothecary Mistress down. There was a silence that lasted minutes, allowing Geister to think better as to what exactly was wrong with those items. To her realization, she frowned, mumbling, "Stupid elfy! Stupid elfy! Gittin' all of de House hurt!"
"Yes, I damn that elf too, Geister," Nyle sneered. "His revengance and duty verses her kindness and blindness is what got that whole thing started!"
"Zersy git betteh, ja?" Geister questioned in worry, slightly changing the topic. 
Nyle fell silent, thinking. Her concentration was to lock onto the signets's energy and figure the point from there. "Zersy will be better when we can make her better, child," mumbled Leves, "There's only so much we can do at this time." Something snap in Leves's mind as she spoke of Saerileth (Zersy was a common name Geister often called Saerileth, came as a nickname since) and she grumbled. "Damn it...why didn't...no...that damn child! I locked the door for a damn reason knowing the energy's reaction!" Geister looked confused as Leves spoke to herself. Leves sat there in thought, frowning and grimacing continually as her mind raced. She remembered Saerileth being with them at the tour of the House, it was common for her to join and get to know the members. But she then remembered that the girl wasn't there when they had turned the corner from the hallway. Leves cursed.
"She be attracted ta 'em, Mutter Leves?" Geister guessed by luck.
"Aye...I could have sworn I had placed the anti-aura around the damn room though...for that very reason," said Nyle irritatingly. "Come on, Geister, we need a trip to find that child." 
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