Arcane Antiquarians; Fromthxashes
Silence was appreciated in the mausoleum. It was rarely achieved, but when it came, it was treasured. Though... Now, as the alarm on his watch went off, he knew why it was so quiet. He shifted and tossed the spent pen into the trashbin, then flipped his glasses closed and hooked them on the front of his shirt. Flipping on the intercom, he spoke.
"Beatrice, the mirror is trying to extend influence again, we need to renew its wards." He then stood and moved out the door, grabbing multiple paper talismans.
Out in the hall, the silence settling thicker and thicker over the building, he could only hear the steady, sharp footfalls of his comrade. Unnerving as it was, Solas moved swiftly towards where the large mirror was held. A massive room, empty with only one large, ornate mirror on the back panel, protected by glass and a full circle of paper talismans. Multiple looked worn and tired, though they had only been there two days.
Behind him, he heard the woman enter and turned to face her.
"The Mark should have enough power by now to enforce the wards. If they do not last any longer, we will have to look into siphoning more energy into it." He held up the small stack of wards towards her.
