Yziie sits down on the bed next to the older witch, snuggling up to her form by necessity in the limited space. For several moments the half-elf is quiet, eating the flavourful soup as she listens to the crackling fire and warm, careful words of Zenaida as she explains her findings. “The spirit's appearance seemed tied to the moon, which led me to suspect blood magic. All the incidents happened on a new moon, except for that one time when it killed Ranka, that was actually the day before the new moon, which shouldn't be possible, not with blood magic, one day may not sound like much, but we are talking about magic which requires very precise rituals, tied closely to the moon. It cannot work a day early. So, I was then left to find another common factor. They always happened at night, this time without exception. This would suggest Ingolé, a special type of elven magic, tied to the sun and its absence, rather than the moon. But why then would the incidents appear to be tied to the moon, if the spirit could be invoked on any night? I believe whoever controls the spirit attempted to hide the source of their power, likely from me. A smart move too, since I would have likely found them by now had I not been so mislead,”<br/><br/>“You must spread the word that I have solved the spirit problem of Tanhok, for at midnight tonight I will use its own magic against it and bind it for 100 years with a specially prepared ritual. This will force the individual to act before midnight, and send their spirit after me. Fear not child, I am protected, but you must defeat the spirit, and follow it back to its master. If you do nothing, they will simply wait, and tomorrow the hunters will be sent on and only then will they use their spirit magic again,”<br/><br/>Zenaida pats Yziie's hair affectionately, “Safer? Probably, but the art of magic is not always about what is safe, is it dear? Doing nothing is often safer than doing anything, but it leads no where. I wish to see this object. And I have no doubt it is an object, for Ingolé takes many years to learn innately, there would have scenes, incidents before this. Such advanced use, this was not learned, rather an object was found, a book, or perhaps a knife, a sword. Just trust me with it, okay? Old Zenaida knows what she is doing. Now you have a lot to prepare for tonight, so finish your soup and run along,” The half-elf feels a tug at her neck, pulling her towards the door, but there is no one else in the shack who could have done that.<br/><br/>OOC: Zenaida seems to be honest and open with Yziie.