Let Me See What Crazy Stuff My Little Players Have Pulled This Time!

One of the Dusk faction's leaders, the Scholar, had an entirely unprepared first conversation with Murphy under these circumstances.

What could he say?

The guy looked like he wasn't taking anything seriously.

Still, Murphy managed to pick out some useful information from the man's brief remarks. He glanced at Triss, then the Scarlet Duke spoke without looking back as she extracted and preserved the explorer's soul with an extremely sinister spell:

"That accent is from Chardo Port. Those distinctive rolled r's are difficult for other races to imitate, and his word choice is refined. A few of his words even sound antiquated to me.

He should be a halfling.

He doesn't come from this era. Maybe some old fossil couldn't bear to stay out of things.

Also, the runestone in your hand has been deactivated. The other party sabotaged it.

It's useless now!

Destroy it immediately, or they might be able to pinpoint your location by tracing it back."

"Have you figured out where they are?"

Murphy asked.

Triss snorted and said proudly:

"Who do you think your wife is? Of course I have. I only have a rough range, though. Judging by the frequency of the psionic fluctuations, they should be near the Eternal Rift, quite a distance from here."

"Mm, my wife is amazing."

Murphy stepped forward and patted Triss on the rear, then gave the Blood Vulture Duke a peck on the cheek. He bent down and searched the soulless body, picking up the loot dropped by the explorer who had already been killed once by Baburo right before his eyes. Finally, he reached out and touched the irregular, bloodstained crystal.

The thing was protected by a special metal frame to keep it from being damaged by accidental collisions.

As Murphy studied it, he could see the