The new room we had entered was much larger than the one we had just been in. The chamber was already occupied, four men who seemed to be guardsmen and a woman. She had purple hair. It was almost a match for those flowers that line the mansions' path; it was held back in a slight bob. Her pale skin was a characteristic of the people from Dobroniega who had adapted to harsh and cold winters.

She was wearing a dress with a smooth gradient mixing a dark grey at the neck of her dress to a light blue towards the bottom.

'Now we're all here.' Mr Worbal said, let me explain. He took up position on a raised platform that had been a stage at one point or another. 

'Yesterday, Mr Singh and Mr Petras brought in a mage who used fire magic, whilst the woman was nothing of note the story of the men using shadow magic is.' The small man started to walk back and forth. 'You may not know this as shadow magic is rare, but it is illegal. High heresy, it's a complete corruption of the natural order.'

'To cast shadow magic, you have to sacrifice a life to Erebus.' the woman chimed in.

'Yes, your quite right,' Mr Worbal readjusted his glasses ' This is Daria everyone, a mage in service to the Castor household.'

He continued to walk back and forth. 'We had received reports of children going missing from the villages surrounding Carphe; we assumed it was a mixture of poor parenting and wolves.' 

'But now you think there's a callus cause for it.' Art added, 'I didn't think you cared for religion, and I don't believe the outrage is on behalf of the people.'

'so why get involved.' Dhan asked

Mr Worbal stopped walking, giving each of us a quick look in turn. 'You will leave as soon as possible. Miss Daria and some of the governer casters private guards will accompany you.

With that, our audience with the calculating Mr Worbal was over; we stocked up on supplies and set out before noon.