As he walked up the stairs into the manor, Talberon searched the courtyard that was left burning. It was an eerie sense of comfort watching the fires burn and kindle. He missed the ritual of The Cleansing Fire. He felt strange sense of joy emerge. Sighing, Talberon walked into through the doors of the hall.

The hallway was embellished with exquisite tapestries and vases. Talberon searched each room, but he did not find the evidence of the mages that he was looking for or any evidence on why the other two were at the tunnel. *The mages would probably be at the guest quarters further in the palace.

After walking through corridors and rooms, he came into a massively stocked library. Talberon stood in the center in awe of the amassed knowledge in one place. While just basking in the glory, he heard a soft whimper coming from the northeastern corner. It was the sound of a nicely dressed lady in her early twenties.

As he approached the woman, she began to scream and call for help at the sight of the flaming man. Out of thin air it seemed, ten roguish bodyguards formed a barrier between the noble and Talberon with various melee weapons unsheathed.