Most of the rooms at Three Cats Inn were exceptionally cramped. The desk, wardrobe, and bed took up most of the space. Though he could take in the entire room at a glance, Shade still patiently inspected it carefully:
"Diviner, I'm going to use Thaumaturgy to listen to sounds from the past forty-eight hours. While I do that, see whether you can divine what Daknis once did in this room."
Ring Arcanists who controlled time naturally possessed some resistance to time-related abilities. The Orthodox Church would certainly search this house thoroughly. Though it was unlikely that the Church had Ring Arcanists capable of listening to sounds from the past, and even less likely that they would hear Shade's voice, he did not name the Thaumaturgy just to be safe, nor would he call Luvia by name while acting.
"No problem."
Luvia nodded and sat in the chair before the desk, while Shade sat at the edge of the bed with both hands braced against the mattress.
The room was rather small, but its soundproofing was decent. Furthermore, Daknis lived here alone, and Echoes of the Past was more inclined to capture human speech. Shade therefore believed that after only a few attempts, he would be able to hear the conversation Daknis had just had with the Thirteenth Ring Warlock, Weeper of Blood Hermons.
He was very curious why that Weeper of Blood had not simply killed the traitor.
The spirit within him connected to the elements as he used the Thaumaturgy. The sound of boots pacing back and forth reached his ears, followed by Daknis's voice. But it was not the conversation from just now. It was the man "talking to himself."
"The thing I need is actually in Yodel Palace? Is this script trying to get me killed?"
"Isn't