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Depositing his chin between his index finger and thumb, the elfin lord stroked both sides of his lower jaw contemplatively as his lavender-flecked eyes continued to meet Eleändur’s own. Although not astonished by the magnitude of the situation, the Heru Mynendil was surprised by the subject of investigation: the Crown of Moonstone ap’Silrosan.
A number of questions subsequently surfaced to the assassin’s mind, but none of these were articulated into inquiries. His curiosity was overridden by his professionalism. He would do as required –no questions asked.
“I will leave immediately.”
Nimavel tersely replied, nodding faintly to indicate that he understood the Combine’s sense of urgency. A part of him naturally wondered why another, a scholar of history perhaps, would not be more effective an investigator of the ancient glade, but the Heru Mynendil confided in the Aesoteric Circle’s decision, that is, if they were fully aware of his prospective sojourn at all.
He would return with any information that he found.
“The arcane would be the swiftest so long as a similar way back was assured.”
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