Vhalar 13, Arc 721
The uppermost floor of the former lighthouse, in direct view of the giant lamp that had been left there by the former owner, was probably an unusual place to do important research, Doran considered as he briefly turned his gaze away from the small desk made of dark wood in front of him and let his gaze drift across his surroundings. He had a proper office downstairs, but he came up here on a regular basis anyway. There was something about it that inspired him. Sometimes, he even allowed himself to daydream a little which was an activity that he rarely engaged in otherwise as it seemed counterproductive to him.
He found it easy to imagine what this place must have looked like once upon a time, when the lighthouse had still been in use and when the small dock that was part of his property had not been in a relative state of disrepair yet. Maybe, merchants ships had landed here on a regular basis and brought exotic goods from faraway lands. Maybe, he would even have his own ship once his work for Qylios had been concluded and once he had finally hired someone to repair the dock, provided that his job at the university left him with a little more free time, and import alchemical reagents, metals or even exotic plants.
He found the idea quite appealing.
For the time being, he focused on his notebook and the numerous papers that were lying in front of him again though. He had made considerable progress when it came to researching Enri von Smooglenuff. He was quite optimistic that he would be able to find the man himself. Just two trials earlier, Professor Fridson, a colleague of his, had told him that a man that might very well be Enri had helped out after the collapse of the docks and that the Order might still have records of him. He planned on visiting the Order later that trial; before he did so, he considered it prudent to go over what he had found out so far though – including the research that he had done before Qylios had given him her task.
When he had first looked into the matter of the Warden and Slag’s Deep, he had thought that Xiur had a daughter named Violunne. Later on, he had realized that “Mrs. Violunne Guffone” had simply been one of Enri Von Smooglenuff’s many anagrams though. He checked his notes in that regard, and then his notes on Admiral Mosra who had mentioned that Enri was one of the finest star cartographers he’d ever met, and the rest. He wanted to make sure that he had as complete a picture of Enri as possible when he visited the Order; besides, he hoped that reviewing his research would lead to a new realization.
Which it did, in a way.
He already knew that Enri resembled his Immortal father greatly. Considering how recently the collapse of the docks had taken place, one of the healers of the Order might very well be able to give him a more accurate description of Enri’s appearance though. If someone made a drawing of him, something that people could look at when he asked them about him, he would have a much easier time finding him, and he already knew someone that would hopefully be willing to help him in that regard.
She was currently in his laboratory, organizing a few alchemical reagents that he had recently acquired.
The uppermost floor of the former lighthouse, in direct view of the giant lamp that had been left there by the former owner, was probably an unusual place to do important research, Doran considered as he briefly turned his gaze away from the small desk made of dark wood in front of him and let his gaze drift across his surroundings. He had a proper office downstairs, but he came up here on a regular basis anyway. There was something about it that inspired him. Sometimes, he even allowed himself to daydream a little which was an activity that he rarely engaged in otherwise as it seemed counterproductive to him.
He found it easy to imagine what this place must have looked like once upon a time, when the lighthouse had still been in use and when the small dock that was part of his property had not been in a relative state of disrepair yet. Maybe, merchants ships had landed here on a regular basis and brought exotic goods from faraway lands. Maybe, he would even have his own ship once his work for Qylios had been concluded and once he had finally hired someone to repair the dock, provided that his job at the university left him with a little more free time, and import alchemical reagents, metals or even exotic plants.
He found the idea quite appealing.
For the time being, he focused on his notebook and the numerous papers that were lying in front of him again though. He had made considerable progress when it came to researching Enri von Smooglenuff. He was quite optimistic that he would be able to find the man himself. Just two trials earlier, Professor Fridson, a colleague of his, had told him that a man that might very well be Enri had helped out after the collapse of the docks and that the Order might still have records of him. He planned on visiting the Order later that trial; before he did so, he considered it prudent to go over what he had found out so far though – including the research that he had done before Qylios had given him her task.
When he had first looked into the matter of the Warden and Slag’s Deep, he had thought that Xiur had a daughter named Violunne. Later on, he had realized that “Mrs. Violunne Guffone” had simply been one of Enri Von Smooglenuff’s many anagrams though. He checked his notes in that regard, and then his notes on Admiral Mosra who had mentioned that Enri was one of the finest star cartographers he’d ever met, and the rest. He wanted to make sure that he had as complete a picture of Enri as possible when he visited the Order; besides, he hoped that reviewing his research would lead to a new realization.
Which it did, in a way.
He already knew that Enri resembled his Immortal father greatly. Considering how recently the collapse of the docks had taken place, one of the healers of the Order might very well be able to give him a more accurate description of Enri’s appearance though. If someone made a drawing of him, something that people could look at when he asked them about him, he would have a much easier time finding him, and he already knew someone that would hopefully be willing to help him in that regard.
She was currently in his laboratory, organizing a few alchemical reagents that he had recently acquired.
