He grinned, and stuck his tongue out. "Of course there is. There is ALWAYS something around, listening, watching, waiting. Like Leanansidhe's scrying tool in the corner over there."<br/><br/>He jerked his head to a corner, even as the invisible scrying tool vanished, no doubt obliterated at its failure to remain hidden, or maybe just moved to another spot. "Actually, I was planning to finish moving about the town tomorrow. We have plenty of time to look around before diving into a nearly bottomless well, which I will ONLY do if I find absolutely nothing else to hint at what might have happened. There is no proof that the message is correct, or was not written by someone being controlled by an outside force."<br/><br/>He had bought a number of scrolls during his last outing, though the dwarves openly distrusted magic, they DID take commissions, and he had asked for several permanency scrolls, along with several other spells. He now saw in several different spectrums, and could freely flip between them. It made no longer relying on instinct an option, meaning he wasn't QUITE as defensively hostile as he had been. He wasn't sure how long the spells would last, so he had several backup scrolls in his bag of holding, just in case.<br/><br/>But, in any case, tomorrow he would go over the town with a proverbial fine tooth comb, while the sphinxes continued to reinforce the inn.