Virginia
A portal opens in the Arcanaeum, and in walks Galdres Thireloth, one of the last Buoyant Armigers, "People are reporting odd dreams. I have a theory about-" He stops, looking around, "And she's not here..." He says to himself, "Arch-Mage isn't around either... Where's that Apostle."
Jennifer
"Well it hasn't exactly been just a few moment's since youve been here."

*He joked, he revealed himself from behind a shelf. He had the 5 Songs of King Wulfharth in his hand. Fitting.*
Virginia
"Chasing leads, so on and so forth." He says, "I've got a hunch about what's hiding behind that locked door back at the heretic hideout. And I con't like it one bit."
Jennifer
"I figure a Cult like that... They would want everything they could get their hands on... And foolishly took something they shouldn't have. I know what you're about to say."
Virginia
"I believe they might have the mask of the Sharmat." He says, there isn't fear in his voice, rather his voice carries unease, "And if this is true we need to make sure that mask is kept under lock and key, somewhere where its influence is kept under wraps."
Jennifer
"If it is carrying such power... Then it gives a lot to think about. *How can you kill a god?*

*He put the book on the wrong shelf because he didn't like Urag, and moved over to the Mask box. It was more like a safe, and he had the combination.*

"There is only one way to end it."
Virginia
"Hide it from prying eyes, and make sure where ever it's kept has magical protections so whatever lingering magic he has on it can't influence anyone." He says, opening a portal to just outside the cavern
Jennifer
"I believe there's somewhere suitable beneath the College."

*He took the box and entered the Portal.*
Virginia
"The Midden, I believe they call it." He says stepping through the portal, "I'm certain that should suffice, and I doubt the Arch-Mage would mind, he'll understand."