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Iann was already there when they arrived, looking a bit frazzled, but otherwise giving no indication his world had just been turned upside down only a short while ago.
Marta paced in front of the table, and Eliessán sat at the table, the picture of calm reserve as always. Wen looked like he'd just come in right before Sin and Rein.
"Thomas, you have something for us?" Rein said, wasting no time getting down to business. He'd been waiting for weeks for the human to unearth information from the sorcerer's grimoire, had been forced to bite his tongue on a daily basis to keep from lashing out at the man for how long it was taking.
The human sat near the enormous stack of books and papers that had grown over the past weeks. His cheeks were pale and gaunt, and his short dark hair
