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Trill thought for a moment before she shrugged. "I don't know, Sev. I suppose we just roll with the punches until one of us dies or until you find out... the truth!" She bellowed the last bit with a dramatic lightning flash and her arms raised above her head to summon it like a mad scientist. Once she was through, Trill got back down on her hands and knees and withdrew a small, leather bound book that looked like a very old journal. "I suppose we should start with carying out the initial task at hand now that I have to rose." Trill opened the book and flipped through the pages, searching for something... a spell to be exact.

Trill offered Sev a sideways glance complete with a sly grin. "We need to trap someone inside of it. Their soul, to be perfectly frank." She responded, wiggling her eyebrows like a weirdo. Not much got Trill hot and bothered like the thought of stealing a soul from the living. Before she said anything else though, Trill turned to face Severus. "Hey, can you say 'Ah' for me really quick?"

Trill pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, ya big baby." She teased. "I don't want your soul. I just want your vomit." She admited matter of factly. "Unfortunately for you, my faithful servant, the spell calls for the vomit of an undead mage. How convenient?" She chipped.

Trill smiled as she peeled off a petal from the rose and stuck it on Sev's tongue, ultimately revealing that the 'amulet' was little more than a fancy breath mint. "Just kidding. I actually needed a subtle way to let you know that your breath still smelled like death, but I didn't quite know how to say it nicely. Plot twist! But not really cause we still have to figure out who killed you." 

Trill gave Severus an affectionate pat on his cheeck and laughed at the notion. "Yeah, unfortunate for you, hmm? But that's alright, my dear faithful servant. In time, you will come to love me as they all do." The last bit was most definitely a lie, but Trill was pretty sure Sev already knew that. "Another unfortunate bit to remember though is that we still need to figure out how exactly this thing is tied to the both of us. Yes, it's little more than a breath mint dispencer, but it's still very crucial to the plot!"

Trill scratched her head as she thought. "If I remember correctly, they should be stashed somewhere in the floor bordes of one of these cabins. My only worry is that someone might have found them by now is either keeping them or..." Trill groaned as a dreaded thought came to mind that she hoped was not the fate of her tomes. "An old aquaintance may have them."

Clasping her hands together over her stomach, Trill turned on her heel to face Sev. "I can only hope, but if not the answers persay, at least we'll be a whole hell of a lot closer to out them than we would going into this matter from scratch."

"Hm." he huffed, looking around. "Well the best we can do is start looking." He pushed off the wall and started toward one of the cabins, his pace still a bit sluggish. In the moonlight, his skin seemed to loose the greenish gray pallor of a corpse. He looked almost as he had in life.