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Orphos sighed and walked into the cottage, coming out a few moments later with shards of what looked like a broken clay container in his hands. Ishmael tensed up at the sight of it, but a burst of energy from his peace circle was enough to calm him down.

Milo rocked back onto his feet with a large yawn. “I’ll explain, since I don’t trust either of you to talk without swiping at each other. So, basically, someone or something broke into the cottage. That broken pottery right there had something pretty important in it, namely the soul of everyone’s favorite wood nymph, and now it’s gone. That’s all that was taken. I spent a long time trying to track ‘em down, but...” the hybrid shrugged helplessly. “It’s difficult to track a group from above in a heavily forested area.”

“The trees stopped listening to me, too.” Ishmael asserted. “They won’t tell me anything about what happened, so I figured the best thing to do was lock down the area so that nothing else could come here with violent intent.”

Orphos glanced over at Bliss, his expression an unreadable mix of emotions. “Thankfully that was all that was taken.”

“‘All that was taken’? Some rando has the soul of a former deity, who probably also doesn’t know how to handle something as powerful as that, and we have no idea where it is!” Ishmael seethed. “Why would you even keep that in your cottage? There’s no security! They just waltzed out with it like it was nothing!”