More hours of discussion and research passed. Finally, in the afternoon, they had their course of action. "So, it's decided. We'll track down the Sword." Cyrus shut the book and put it back up on the shelf. Atticus seemed less that receptive, simply grumbling a response as he put away more of his books.<br/><br/>"We'll visit a friend of mine. If we're heading to the Necropolis, we'll need magical assistance. They're the authority on magical items. If anyone has a way to protect us from the effects of the city, it will be them." Cyrus stretched.<br/><br/>"Ugh... more traveling?" He sighed. "Damn, i'm tired." He mumbled. "Alright. I'll go get Wiflor." Cyrus went to the library first. She wasn't there. He then went to his room. Again, she wasn't there. "Damn it... Wiflor!" Cyrus called out to her, hoping she was near enough to hear. He certainly did not want to look for her when he was this tired.