"Anyzhing... I'm not sure. If 'e tried to cover 'is tracks I may be able to see signs of zhat. But knowing 'im... he vould not need to cover anyzhing. Nobody ever noticed 'im." The french girl let out a deep sigh and began to move throughout the workshop, her eyes open -- but there was something odd about her too. Her arms were slightly oustretched, her fingers reaching out. The mysterious magician began to whisper quietly, as if asking for help.<br/><br/>"Seychelle, please help me. As much as I don't want to believe it our way of life could be in danger... you always wanted me to join the Cirque. This is my life now... what did he hide?" **<br/><br/>**translated from french<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>