While their scout was out, Serge took stock of the useful items from the box and sorted them carefully amongst his tools.  He explained to Wren, “I'm fairly well equipped.”  he indicated his geat axe, lying next to him.  “This weapon is forged of star metal and enchanted.  In my hands, a field of magic sounders it, making it even more damaging and letting it harm immaterial creatures like the wraiths and shadows who were mentioned.<br/><br/>“Adrina, Sim, Thyriellentha, have any of you ever come across a spell called Life Bolt?  If memory serves, it is a necromantic dweomer of the second circle that harnesses the life force of the caster to do great damage to the undead.  I've never encountered it myself, and my instructor was unable to master it, but he related the theory behind it to me.<br/><br/>When they had the report he nodded gravely.  “I wonder if we can come up with a way to intercept the hooded figure in the sewers before it can do too much damage.  Better than sitting around doing nothing.”<br/><br/>He threw Shererazod a mischievous grin.  “Of course, a nice communal visit to the bath houses, perhaps with a private tub hired, could wouldn’t be nothing.”<br/><br/>Serge gave Wren a grave nod, approving of her deductive reasoning.  “Perhaps we could consult a map of the area?  Get a feel for it, as we're sure to be operating there at some point?”<br/><br/>He gave the swashbuckler's hand a squeeze.<br/><br/>Then he hesitated, and frowned.  “Oh, we have one.  My apologies.”  He rubbed his temples and carefully put away his spellbook before joining the group around the map.<br/>