As Yevian sat hunched in the corner of the violet-laden room, his eyes darted far and wide in deep thought. Julius, deciding to prod around, avoided the second room consumed by darkness and instead examined all the objects in the first room. Unfortunately, he received no response. Savel silently assisted in their dire situation, and a noiseless investigation ensued.
A strong twenty minutes passed.
Yevian abruptly stood up.
"You can stop your tomfoolery. I've solved this simple problem."
Julius looked back slowly.
"Good. As long as we can get out of here as soon as possible, the solution doesn't matter."
Savel silently watched over. "Go get 'em."
Yevian strolled to the dead center of the room, his gaze fixating on a swinging nobleman's corpse with zero hesitation.
"You aren't tricking anyone, Sir."
The nobleman's eyes opened immediately. His twirled grey hair dripped down his face.
"Oh ho? How did you realize I was the one you were seeking?"
Yevian shrugged calmly.
