The magical light at the altar faded to darkness without the sorcerer's presence to maintain it. As did the dark blue runes on the wall.
Only silence. And the peculiar smell of Ignis-Crystal mixture in the walls.
* * * * *
The passenger carriage stopped. The door opened. Ghost jumped inside and shut the door, and the carriage started back down the streets of Reajh. Heading toward the gates and eventually toward Uthlyn.
Laython, with Spectre sitting beside him, looked to Ghost and asked, "What's the word?"
"Nothing concrete, sir," she said. "There was a large crowd outside the Church at the time. A wedding, or something. No one agreed on anything. One even said a dragon did it."
"How close could you get to the site?"
"Not very, without being compromised. Military and guards were crawling all over it, sir. A couple members of an elite cavalry unit died in the attack, so it got them riled up."
"Do you know if Strathus' son is alive or dead?"
"He hasn't been seen by a trustworthy source since the attack. Only that is certain."
Laython considered his options.
"Perhaps a more...direct approach is required," he said.
"Should I start looking for a professional to hire, sir?" Ghost asked.
"That won't be necessary as of yet." Laython smirked. "Charles can keep an eye on her for now."
The carriage rode on.