The Paladin in the Abyss

"It’s not on her?" Soveris looked at Lancelot in confusion, "Are you sure?"

"I left a special spirit mark on that item earlier. I can roughly sense its location." Lancelot shrugged lightly, "Good thing I was cautious. Since the item is still there, we don’t need to hurry. Let’s wait until the wedding party is gone before we go in and retrieve it."

"Uh, you have this feeling too..." The brown-haired Elf revealed an odd expression, "Could it be that even Liches can... do that kind of thing?"

"I don’t know if a Lich can, but that Baroness certainly can." Lancelot nodded seriously, "Since the woman can, the rest are just technical details."

"Alright." Soveris shook his head and smiled wryly, "I hope I never find out what those technical details are exactly. Jamie, Tewar, please follow the party and see where they’re going. Be careful, don’t get too close, just follow from a distance. If anything unusual happens or they turn around, send someone back with the news immediately."

The two Ravens perched on the windowsill nodded at Soveris. Instead of leaving directly through the window, they flapped their wings and disappeared into a vent in the ceiling.

"Let’s wait half an hour. By then, they should be far away." Lancelot moved to a corner of the room, sat cross-legged on the floor, "I’ll rest for a bit."

"Please, go ahead." Eileen, a human woman, shrugged, turned her back to the windowsill, and leaned against the wall, giving Soveris a sidelong glance, "Old village chief, I heard that she’s back?"

"Who?" The Elf’s expression became somewhat unnatural as he asked back.

"You know who I’m talking about." Eileen raised her eyebrows, "Every time you get drunk, we have to hear your story again."