Horace immediately recognized the classic "cat head" design. A flicker of familiarity from the game crossed his mind, and he focused even harder.
"Lady Witch." The two monks bowed respectfully, quickly explained the situation, and presented Horace's crest and letter.
The Night Witch took the crest, her fingers gently brushing its ancient markings, then unfolded the parchment letter. Her starlit eyes scanned the Carian Royal Family's emblem, along with Rennala's signature and wording.
Her expression was initially scrutinizing, then gradually softened.
She raised her head and looked at Horace, her voice calm yet carrying unquestionable authority. "Blood of Caria... child of the moonlight above. After so many long years, you have yet to completely forget your underground origins, and have even found a way to contact us again."
She waved a hand, dismissing the two visibly relieved monks to one side. "I acknowledge your identity and your purpose, Horace Loux." The Night Witch returned the crest to Horace and carefully put away the letter.
"Queen Rennala mentioned in her letter that you are conducting research into the nature of the 'moon' and hope to find inspiration in Nokstella."
"That is correct," Horace replied respectfully.
"I have no intention of probing your city's innermost secrets. I only hope to learn of records and knowledge that may have been forgotten aboveground."
The Night Witch nodded slightly. "Regarding the 'moon,' Nokstella did indeed once conduct brilliant research. The stars and the moon were once the twin wings of our contemplation and exploration. However..."
Her tone shifted.
"Before we offer you limited assistance, there is something we need you, as someone from the surface, to help investigate."
"Please, go ahead."
The Night Witch pointed south of the hall. Though nothing could be seen through the walls, her voice was full of concern. "South of