Heir of the Forgotten

~Poison Secrets~

Huddled together at the top of the stairs the group stands, an uneasy feeling bubbling in their chest and sinking to their stomachs.

Selene stood staring into the black void with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

Dorian's worried about what they could find.

Vincent stared down, he could only think of the worst possible outcomes.

"One of us should stay back and guard the entrance." Dorian glanced towards his friend. It was clear he intended Vincent to stay back for this.

Vincent would have said yes, but the idea of allowing Dorian one more moment to be alone with Selene bugged him. Instead, he whispered a few words under his breath. He cast a small illusion spell to hide the doorway.

Instead of using an empty illusion he filled it in. If anybody, Fae or Human, tried to touch it, they'd feel a wall just as they see it. It would take running into the illusion two or three times to get through it. What idiot is going to run at a wall for no reason? His illusions are perfect, so there won't be suspicion. "That would be a waste of resources Dorian." Vincent flashes him a grin as he motions for Dorian to lead the way.

Selene glances over at Vincent. He strides in tandem with her steps. Their predicament from the other night refuses to leave her brain as they walk.

There isn't a word spoken as they make their careful descent down the spiraling stairs. The light from Dorian's flame gives just enough to see their next step. There's something eerie about the path. It's disturbing, and the smallest sounds cause Selene to shiver.

"If you're frightened you could hold my hand." Vincent breaks their silence with a tease. He snickers putting his hands behind his back.

Selene scoffs rolling her eyes as she tries to step ahead of him on the stairs.

Vincent merely rolls his eyes. Selene is an easy target to annoy. It's become a game to him, one that he enjoys playing. She gives the best reactions as if to invite him to joke around and annoy her further.

As the group descends to the room, Dorian finds torches to ignite. The room brightens with dancing flames, allowing them enough light to see everything.

The room looks untouched, as if it hadn't been stepped in for months.

Dorian steps further towards the center, looking around. Weapons hang on walls, while vials of different solutions scatter around counters. It doesn't look too different from the upstairs room. "Any illusions meant to hide?" Dorian asks as he picks a rather suspicious vial up.

Vincent roams the room, feeling objects with his hands. "Nothing, though I'm assuming whatever was done here was frowned upon..." He paused and tilted his head as he picked up an object. "Or illegal." Wouldn't be too hard to imagine, given the lighting and how messy the area is.

Dorian sighs, "I've got to train my guards better. They should have found this, or at least known it exists." Missed details in this room could have prevented the deaths following the private investigator.

Had they known about all the links that pull this case together, Selene may still have her parents. Dorian shakes his head as he takes a dagger into his hand and tosses some of the vial contents on the sword. It illuminates a few seconds later. "Well, now that is highly illegal."

Vincent sighs as he goes through cabinets, pulling boxes and things out. "We go through everything here. Every journal, notepad, jar, or box."

Selene stands motionless, watching as the two search the room. They pull everything out of the cabinets and drop stacks of journals and binders. Some of what they pull out is disturbing and causes her blood to run cold. There are fingers, teeth, eyes, and even small skeletons. "Should I do anything?"