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"I'll take the scroll fragment to a friend of mine in town - if he can't make sense of it then his master in Oppara should be able to manage it."
Parchment in hand, Maria made her way down to Stachys' tavern, where Tash had set himself up (the rent being covered by providing various arcane aid to the business). Had even organised an extension to part of the building so he had a larger workspace. The room was as cluttered as ever, though Maria was sure that there was some method to the madness. It was also clear he'd taken some of Darius' more "mechanical aid" approach to magical enhancements - various gadgets and tools lay about meant to focus arcane energies into particular forms.
The arcanist himself was pouring over one such device, his sleeves rolled up as he applied oil carefully to the joints of an armature.
"Tash? You free for the moment? How's your divination?" she asked.
"Not in my repertoire at the moment," he replied, magically cleaning his hands as he made his way over to her, leaning on the table, "but give me ten minutes or so and it will be, what's the go?"
"Piece of a used scroll, trying to work out what it was used to cast. Ideally who used it, but I'm trying to be realistic in my expectations."
"Well I'll try - probably better off takin' this to Darius, though. I think he sent me some teleport scrolls recently, they're around here... somewhere."
"I thought you knew where everything was in here?"
"I do!" Tash sounded almost offended. "They only arrived the other day, haven't had a chance to file 'em away properly yet, or even see what the scrolls are. Some of us have a day job, after all."
"Does yours involve periodical threats to your life and/or metaphysical existence?"
He started to reply but paused for a moment. "Yeah, alright, fair enough. Stick it in one of the clamps on that thing over there, I need to grab me spellbook and take time preppin' stuff so you may as well pop out and have a drink."
"It's not even noon," the detective pointed out as she took the scrap of parchment over to the assortment of machines.
"Wouldn't know it from the mornin' crowd round here, I can tell you. No no; the next machine along, the one with the magnifyin' glass."
Since he hasn't turned up in a while, I'm referring to the guy from this post of mine from last September.