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Entry number 28 listed the Navigaccio,<br />
arriving in an extremely bad condition, with only<br />
one crewman on board.<br />
"I don't understand," explained Maegan,<br />
"how could a ship leave the Western Sea, and<br />
then dock on the Eastern Sea only sixty years<br />
later?"<br />
"When there isn't any sea route between<br />
both bodies of water to begin with?" Fritz shot<br />
back. "That's what I've been trying to figure out<br />
all the time before you arrived."<br />
"Which we would, soon enough,"<br />
Druinor replied, an eyebrow raised, returning the<br />
documents to Fritz, "that's why we're here."<br />
The three slowly walked up the flight of<br />
sixteen stairs to the school. Druinor didn't notice<br />
it at first glance, but there was a black brass<br />
knocker with the likeness of a bull's head bolted<br />
to the chestnut door.<br />
Three quick knocks were all it took on<br />
the odd-looking sculpture before the door<br />
creaked ajar. A middle-aged woman's face<br />
peered slowly from within. "Yes, can I help<br />
you?"<br />
Druinor looked at Fritz, then looked<br />
back down the street. He figured that since Fritz<br />
lived here he should do all the talking.<br />
"Good day, Madame, I'm Fritz<br />
Winterboone, these are my colleagues Druinor<br />
d'Yantra and Maegan Rumwall."<br />
Silence for a few seconds, as the<br />
woman raised her eyebrows.<br />
Fritz almost forgot. "Oh yes, right, um,<br />
we're from the Midway Haven Observatory. I<br />
believe you sent us a note dated last week. You<br />
must be Madame Ingrid."<br />
The woman simply nodded, gazing at<br />
the three with her mouth partially open. "Yes.<br />
Yes, of course." Then, as if hiding from<br />
somebody, she looked out and studied the street<br />
below. Assured that no one would notice her<br />
taking in some visitors, she turned back to the<br />
three and nodded yet again. "Come in." She<br />
muttered calmly.<br />
They followed Ingrid into a<br />
claustrophobic stairway adorned with explicitly<br />
crafted draperies and wall rugs. A sole stainedglass<br />
window atop the flight of stairs provided<br />
poor illumination, and Fritz nearly tripped<br />
himself climbing the whole twenty steps.<br />
"The Huntschweiller Weaving School<br />
has, for ten years now, produced students<br />
creating cloth designs of the highest quality," the<br />
woman explained, "so much so that both our<br />
students and our products are sought all over the<br />
North. Port-a-Lucine, Martira Bay…" She<br />
merely shrugged, driving home the point of the<br />
institution's excellence.<br />
"Impressive," remarked Maegan, staring<br />
at the works of art hanging all over the white<br />
washed walls, "if I could give my two coppers<br />
I'd say these designs rival those of Har-Thelen."<br />
"Yes. And that's where my current<br />
problem lies." Ingrid replied further, a hint of<br />
concern in her voice. "Ever since the man took<br />
up residence, the most unusual people have been<br />
coming over. One morning three men in black<br />
robes just barged in, looking for 'information.'"<br />
"The Kargat," Druinor concluded.<br />
Ingrid nodded her head. "Exactly.<br />
Luckily they didn't enter the rooms on the<br />
highest floor. I simply told them that's where I<br />
kept my textiles."<br />
"You said the man hiding here was a<br />
monk." Fritz explained.<br />
"Yes," replied Ingrid, "and an extremely<br />
elderly monk, to be specific."<br />
Druinor looked towards Fritz. "What<br />
are you driving at?"<br />
"It happened that I researched into this<br />
building's history." He took yet another piece of<br />
folded paper from another hidden coat pocket.<br />
"Sixty years ago it was a temple in the middle of<br />
a pine forest."<br />
Ingrid shook her head. "I didn’t know<br />
that. I only bought this building from the City<br />
Authority shortly after the Upheaval. At that<br />
time this was all but abandoned."<br />
Druinor found himself rubbing his<br />
goatee. "Perhaps after his long voyage, the monk<br />
came back home, thinking his brotherhood was<br />
still here."<br />
"That's what I was thinking myself<br />
when he came," Ingrid replied, "he kept warbling<br />
about an…Order of Guardians, which I've<br />
certainly never heard about." She turned further<br />
left to a hall, but Fritz tugged her gently back.<br />
"If it's no trouble, Madame Ingrid, we'd<br />
like to see him now."<br />
"Certainly," she said, pointing to the left<br />
hall, "this way."<br />
Ingrid led the three through many more<br />
masterpieces of textile art to a simple door at the<br />
end of the creaky wooden hallway.<br />
"Now please do understand," Ingrid<br />
explained as they stopped in front of the simple<br />
door, "he's a little bit…you know…." She tapped<br />
a finger to her left temple.<br />
Druinor looked towards half-elf<br />
Maegan, who was discreetly rolling her eyes.<br />
Perhaps he should add the monk to the crackers<br />
list, after all.