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The hospital was the last stop in a long-running spree of teleports that had taken Desmond and Tolin through most of the kingdom. They had tried to track Orion down, but it was hardly easy work. Desmond was strong enough to track down any psychic he knew, no matter how powerful they were. But he had never met Orion, and Tolin was not strong enough. And so it was that their constant blinking around the kingdom took them close, only to have him slip away somewhere else the moment they were anywhere near him. Eventually, it stopped being worth the effort. He never fled the city, he only avoided them. He could be tracked down later, when the situation was less urgent.

With an extra passenger and a slight rumble, the extremely heavy Lugia landed within the hospital. Lloyd and Lady Neon were around here somewhere. The former knew something and the latter was a friend. A smart friend who, in all likelihood, had her own information.

Tolin quietly shook his head, preferring to hold his tongue on matters until he could speak in a more private area. The one who spoke was his Ivysaur companion. "How's Alfred?"

The Scyther cast a single glance at Solaris. A single look devoid of patience and respect. "Solaris. Leave, now. Leave or I will quit this guild and force you out. I'm not in the mood to humour you." His tone was icy and the Lugia standing behind him only gave credit to the threat that he could, in fact, force Solaris out of the building. Or much more, if he pleased.

Tolin would have laughed if his best friend wasn't near death.

Desmond, however, was more than willing to pick up the threat. His body floated up into the air without force or apparent focus and he silently glided over to Solaris before settling in front of him. His long neck craned downwards so that he was face to face with the fake guildmaster. "Listen to me, little man. Tolin may be a part of this daycare, but I'm not. If you don't leave I'll see to it that you join your father. If you say so much as a word, I'll see to it that your uncle becomes the permanent guildmaster." It wouldn't be the first person he killed, but it certainly wouldn't be the most meaningless thing he had ever done.

"From Alfred?" The only person who would give her something like that was Alfred.

...They were his last words.

"Lloyd, are there any closed rooms with a computer we could borrow? We need to have a chat." The slight edge on his final word left little room to question his intent. He was going to find out what was on that disc and what exactly Lloyd knew. Then they would decide what everyone else was getting told. Assuming Tolin didn't have to kill the Weavile, it was always hard to tell exactly whose head was on the chopping block.

The word of his friend, the situation and the conditions of the people and guilds stung him. It was painful to know that his own, slow movement might have caused this. If he had been a few days faster, at the very least they could have killed another member of the Elite.

"Let's see what he left us, then." Tolin wasn't kept fully in the loop and he was well aware of it. He hardly cared, either. Alfred was a busy man and stopping to tell Tolin things that he couldn't act on would only serve to slow down both of them. But if Alfred was gone, then it was just down to him. Tolin and Serrin both followed Tempest closely.

Desmond's head pulled back and he glanced over at the door Lloyd pointed to. He silently disappeared and just as silently reappeared in front of the office door. "I'll listen in through Tolin." He commented idly as the group passed by.

Alfred had revised the guild charter? Well, that deserved a look later on. The tracking device was largely irrelevant; there was nowhere else she could be. The book was much more interesting, though. Not that it was likely to be much help at this point, but then again it wasn't that long ago he found out there was three gods instead of one and that the world was ending. Who knew what mystery bullshit was just sitting around, waiting to be discovered. But first, there was a riddle.

Someone who can lie and someone who needs to be honest. It fit the situation well. "Someone smart can lie because they understand the consequences. Someone who isn't doesn't understand the consequences. Try matching sets of antonyms. Genius and idiot, smart and stupid. That kind of thing." Serrin would have hopped up himself and typed them in, but computers were something that had never really taken him. He knew of them, as well as how to use them, but that was about it. His feet didn't exactly work with typing, either.

The voice spoke into Tolin's mind, prompting a slight mutter. "I know, I know." He leaned forward slightly to take a better look at the screen. "'Wise man' and 'fool'. They match the sentence better than any other set." A genius could still be naive and an idiot could still be insightful. Nothing else matched so closely.