They came to another door, and Nevin paused as the guard here opened it for them. He turned and raised an eyebrow to Stare. “I’ll need some water to give him. Maybe some bread as well. Put him at ease. Is that possible?” He followed after her as they continued down the tunnel passing a set of doors along the way. This place was cleaner than he had expected - from what occurred here, he had expected a dank, disgusting, seedy place. But then, he should have expected this was actually what it was like - Vitruvion was not one for filth, he was far too proper. A clean and orderly dungeon was actually far more likely from him - and the Hollow seemed to match that well.

Stare kept her eyes focused forwards. She had let go of Nevin's hand as soon as they passed the first guard and door, and led him past the first lot of rooms - Vitruvion's rooms. When Nevin asked about water and bread she just nodded, gesturing to a door when they got to the entrance to the guards’ rooms.

The kenku was just reaching for the door when it suddenly opened, wide. There was a stunned silence as the pair of them came face to face with the tall, messy haired face and body of Raevin, captain of the guard for Vitruvion and the Hollow.

The elf blinked, then chuckled lightly as he stepped aside.

“Pleasure to meet you again, alchemist,” he said, gesturing them in.

Rolling her eyes Stare pushed past her colleague and went into a small hallway. From there she went into an open doorway, where low voices could be heard. A room of good smells and relaxed guards.


“Sir Raevin.” He bowed his head to the guard captain, and followed Phi inside of the chamber. This room actually smelled appetizing, and if the knowledge of just where they were wasn’t sitting in the back of his head like a large thorn stabbing his thoughts, the redhead might have relaxed a bit and taken the time to look around. As it was though, he pulled the jar with the tonic out and held it tight in one hand. He did notice that the faint glow to the serum had faded a bit - it seemed externalized magic was cut off here. Was that why Stare had warned him he would feel weird in this place? No matter, most of the time he didn’t bother with magic - his was not usually a combatively focused branch.

“A cup of water and some bread?” Stare gestured to one of the guards, who grunted and retrieved what he asked for. Nevin set the cup down and took the lid off of the jar, then slowly poured the purple-green mixture into the water. Strangely, despite the volume of the tonic and the water, the water level in the cup rose only a little bit - nowhere near as much as it should have considering how much was poured into it. Nevin waited a moment, watching as the last traces of color faded out of sight, before nodding. “This is ready then. He won’t be able to notice a thing.” He turned his gaze to Stare again, picking up the bread and the water.