Marfa passed through several corridors and by shops with old signs hanging outside. She did not spare them a second glance or stop, walking straight to the entrance of Arcane Constructs.
She pushed the door open. Old Kori was standing behind the counter, sorting through a stack of account books.
Hearing the door, he looked up. He froze for a moment upon seeing her and was about to ask something when Marfa raised her hand.
A thread-thin silver-white light lit up at her fingertips, like an invisible needle.
The needle silently sank into Old Kori's brow. His eyes went blank in that instant, while his body remained frozen with one hand resting on the account books.
Marfa walked to the counter and asked in an even voice, "What did the person who came to see Lynn today say?"
Old Kori's lips opened mechanically. "He said he had the coordinates of a medium-sized world. He sold them to Lord Lynn in exchange for one opportunity to act."
His voice was utterly mechanical. Clearly, his soul had been controlled by this Soulweaver.
Understanding flashed through Marfa's eyes as she asked, "What were the coordinates?"
Old Kori paused, his expression unchanged. "Lord Lynn sealed the space with witchcraft at the time. I could not hear their conversation."
Marfa frowned slightly. "What did he look like?"
"Middle-aged. A third-ring Wizard. Gray robes."
Marfa waited for a while, and after confirming there was no further information, withdrew the silver-white light.
Old Kori's eyes refocused. He looked down at the account books in his hands, then toward the door, but only caught sight of a gray figure vanishing into the shadows beyond the doorway.
Marfa returned to her laboratory, closed the door behind her, and stood silently before her desk for a while.
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