The night past the fiend's departure from the town of Lumenos, an uninvited guest made its way into his shop. Left in no one's care, the place was as quiet as it was dark. The empty shelves, however, implied caution against such an outcome, and yet that didn't stop the spy from walking right in. Tasting the dust in the air on his tongue, the man soaked in his environment–committing everything to memory so that his superiors could look through them like a moving painting.
The process of extraction, while excruciating, had no effect on the spy's abilities, as the memories of the process were sliced away as well. Carrying the scars on his head from the many times he's been through the process, the man walked closer to the shelves to try to find any physical traces of magic. Running his fingers through the dust settled on them, he rubbed it between his fingers and charged the particles with magic.
