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Enta greeted Charlotte with a grin. "How was Felix today?" he asked before noticing the new face. Setting down his last platter and thanking Sosol with a bow, he hurried over to the new man. "H-hello! I'm Enta. Would you like to join us for dinner?"

Jeff liked what the girl said about his name until..until she spoke of culinary flavors, that lost him.

He did not try to understand. He just sat at the table and took some food on his plate.
His first real meal in months...he understood to which extend he had been hungry.

"You look confused," Sosol chuckled, looking to Jeff. "Charlotte has a tendency to do that to people..."

Terry strolled into the Inn, his eyes scanning the room before fixing on a certain mage in the midst of research. He walked up, carrying as much of his usual demeanor as he could. "Good evening, darling."

Stella glanced up from her book to him, setting it down with a sigh. "I should've guessed it wouldn't take you long," she said calmly. "Look, I was just looking--"

"To protect me, or to keep me out of the way...I get that, but why lie to me?" Terry asked, taking a seat across from her. "I know I can't stand up to anything of that caliber. All you had to do was ask."

"Because our organization is full of stubborn, big-headed people who seem to think they're capable of moving the world off-orbit," Stella answered, a bit short tempered with the lack of rest and frustrating research.

"...well, that's a big uncalled for," Terry said, taken aback. "You should know by now that I'm a bit more flexible than that...what's got you so wound up?"

"My cousin pulled a stupid and risky move last night, and she hasn't woken up since. I've got a girl depending on me to remove a cursed collar with absolutely no idea what I'm working with, and then you waltz in to complain about how you missed the party and continue the whole romantic act."

Terry blinked, letting out a sigh. "...why don't I get you a drink, and you can talk to me when you're a little less snappy." He turned, walking over to the bar and leaving her be for the moment. Did she really think this was all an act, that he had some ulterior motive?

"All riiiiiiight~!" she sang, spinning about. "Don't worry, my earthy friend, it needn't be said! And thank you Jeff, but I am fuuuuuuuull of swwets! I will eat it later, and it will be just as good but thank yoooooou~!"

She glanced to Terry. "Bee in your bonnet or hers?"

Remy stumped out of his room and down the stairs, looking hollow and disturbed. "Hhhhh..." he wheezed quietly.

Adam stared, fascinated by the Bengali brothers. "Wow..."

"Hers," Terry answered simply. "She's stressed and ready to snap at about anyone who approaches, apparently. Sol, can you send her a glass on my behalf?"

"Sure thing," Sosol answered, fixing one of Stella's favorites. She really needed to unwind. With the cult crippled, she could have a break before diving into the research...maybe she was just doing it to escape her troubles.

Max yawned, sitting up from her reading and glancing to the stairs. "Remy!" She jumped up, running to greet him before actually getting a good look. "Ohmigod...what happened to you?! You look all torn up, and if you weren't, well, you...you'd be dead!"

So much for that, he sighed, pouring a glass for Remy, too.

"Sure," Stella answered, a mild tone of sarcasm to her voice, "know anything about cursed artifacts?"

Jeff did not stop at the obvious sarcasm in her voice and took a seat.
"I know that there are two categories of cursed artifacts." he paused.
"The 'natural' curse artifact is cursed by his own nature. Like a knife which has been used too many times to murder someone might murder his owner..."
He took a deep breath.
"The 'cast' curse artifact is cursed by an exterior force, may it be human or not."
He thought further, gathering his memories.
"Then there are the types of curse." he passed a hand in his hair.
"The 'touching' curse is affecting his owner only when there is contact. The 'following' curse does not require contact and is based on the concept of ownership..." he stopped.

"And so on..."

He looked at the woman.
"Do you think I might be able to help?" he asked sternly.

Jeff listened with attention, a worried line appeared on his forehead, although it was hidden by his hair. One by one he put the elements together. He did not like what he heard.

"Are you talking about a cursed artifact by Kasdeya?" he asked, mentally crossing his fingers that it would not be.

His training as a guardian of the Princess had taught him about magic and curses, especially cursed artifacts are they were an easy way to hinder the royal family. Kasdeya was a name he remembered for it was the last name amongst the black list of the worst curses possible.