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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jeremy" data-source="post: 308404" data-attributes="member: 4036">Frederick's room was ransacked and there wasn't a single intruder to be found.So they ransacked Frederick's room again for good measure.A thorough search revealed a book missing and yielded a single odd tuft of red hair, odd in that Frederick's hair is very black. Of course it could be a lighter bit of Collin's hair or a darker bit of Andrew's still floating around, but when one has a Seer around, nothing is hidden.Tylette concentrated on the hair for a moment and formed a picture in her mind of a tiger-faced humanoid with glowing green eyes. The book that was missing: Andrew's mysterious tome of fighting.Not sure whether to be frustrated or relieved that the thieves were gone by the time they arrived, the party did what it was getting used to doing.They shrugged and moved on.Durchek nodded approvingly.Collin and Frederick still wanted to visit Galearon and no one else had pressing affairs that they wanted to speak about, so the Sara Ardon once more rocketed through the seas, docking soon after in the quiet harbor port south of Galearon.As they tied off the moorings and disembarked, the sounds of a distant horn reached them ever so faintly. They shrugged and moved on.Enjoying the, by comparison, extremely normal mode of transportation---riding on magically summoned horses, the weather was kind to them. Chillwind was losing it's grip on the land and the dark clouds above promised warm rain instead of icy sleet.Galearon was as quiet as they remembered it. The town proper had no one walking about through it's winding wooded walkways, and it's meandering brook splashed softly on smooth stones. Strangely, there weren't any archers to be seen manning the parapet walls of the palace, nor were there even the occasional elf going about his or her business. Galearon is a quiet town without many inhabitants, but this seemed more like a ghost town.After a few moments of calling out, tensions rose. They rode for the inn, dismounted, and ran in. Calling out for Glywen resulted in a unnervingly long silence. As he appeared, the party found they had been holding their breath. Glywen's face was hard to read, his blank eyes and courteous demeanor could be read in any number of ways."Glywen? Where is everybody?"</blockquote>

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