The basement was akin to any common cellar in any inn in the world - casks lined the walls, and darkness reigned. Fortunately, the group hardly needed light, and the room wasn't large... and there was no sign of the individuals they were after. "I hate being right," Sydon murmured quietly, just enough for the two dragons to hear.<br/><br/>Both he and Amvarean would spot the faint hint of magic, along one of the walls at about the same time, a corner of it visible, peeking out from behind a cask against the wall, radiating a significant amount of evocation magic. There were also lingering wisps of conjuration magic in the air near it.