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[Wow, it is midnight already! I best be going to bed. Good night, you two.]

Ernst thought about Farkson`s statement for a moment, and nodded. "Ja, I suppose this is true, as well", he said. But then a frown came upon his lips again. "But this Vaswedes is sounding more like a lunatic the more I hear of him . . . Just like. . ." Ernst shuddered. He did not even want to mention the name. He stayed silent.

The German looked over to Emma. He smiled slightly and waved to her. "Auf Wiedersehen, Frau. Thank you for your hospitality. I truly appreciate it."

Ernst sighed and looked down to the complicated watch on his wrist. It seemed that telling time was the least of its functions. He looked out the window at the night sky and frowned. "I suppose I should be leaving, myself. I can`t let them take a hold of my inventions."

Ernst stood up and strapped his gear back on, setting the destination on the interface to 'Home'. He wrote a thank you note to Emma and included how to reach him should she need to. He looked back to Farkson. "Good luck with your quest, young man . . . I`ve the greatest feeling you`ll be needing it." The German tipped his hat. "Auf Wiedersehen."

As the exorcist, vampire and elf landed, there was the sound of hoofbeats from outside. The Lord of Bainbridge knew that Emma was safe, and he rode out into the woods. He had a plan, but it had to remain relatively clandestine.

Emma felt her arrival at home in some deep part of her that was aware.

Nyrk did set Emma upon Scribbler's proffered chair, then sat upon one himself. "I'ven't met the man before. I suppose there's no way of knowing what temperment he might have against us uninvited..." Nyrk's voice was concerned; it was no wiser to upset a sorcerer than it was to upset a sorceress. Nyrk sat about uncomfortably, wishing to read Emma's tomes, but unable to do so without permission. So he sat still in wait.

"I've met him once, if I recall...he seemed quite kind, if also quite powerful."
Scribbler hung about the shadowy shelves, leaning mildly against one. "Though if the wards let us pass, I think we're safe."
She paused, still huddled in the small patch of shadow, and gazed pensively at the exorcist.
"You spoke of purifying Emma, Reverend...how exactly does that work?"

Outside, the jets of a drop ship could be heard, landing on the estate grounds, shortly before taking off. The Imperator entered the library. He needed some answers for the energy surges and odd crystals his troops witnessed in the Black Forest. He wasn't aware however, of the state Emma was in. He stepped out from the row of books to find Emma passed out, Scribbler and Nyrk.

There was a brief silence and then Remus spoke up. "Oh...I hope I'm not intruding..."

Right on Remus' heels, the sorcerer came near-sprinting into the library. Careening around the door, he was at Emma's side faster than was humanly thought possible.

He barely noticed that he had run right past Remus, and had not even sighted Scribbler.

The noble did not look dangerous at the moment, and there was no magic crackling in the air around him.

He looked human, and concerned for the elf-woman whose hand he now held.

Scribbler felt no such rivalry between them, and replied in a whisper, "Emma almost gave in and used black magic."
That was the short version.
"That storm your legion saw was just the beginning of it; Emma said that she wanted to end it all, to turn their bones into lead and bury the camp in the earth...something in the camp might have triggered it. The reverend showed up and cleansed her, and she's been unconscious from then on," she continued.
She wasn't looking at Remus, but rather at the two figures, one lying on the chair and the other holding Emma's hand.