{audio, december 4th, afternoon.}

[courtmagic]

[thankfully the network is online, so he doesn't have to communicate his wishes in a string of hopefully sent emojis. instead, he can speak into the watch, calm, direct. not betraying the tiredness that comes from having just spent the better portion of a day, a whole night, and the entire morning on this project.]

Something relating to this supposed king was brought to my attention. There is a spell of great, ancient power written in the walls of his cell in runes. It's a very elaborate, highly dangerous form of teleportation, but there is a section that still eludes me despite my best efforts - the final outcome of the work. Unquestionably, if this can be figured out, we have a better chance of figuring out where in this ocean he should be.

A few more sets of eyes and minds should do the trick, if you understand things about arcane energies and magecraft well beyond your common tricks and illusions. I'd appreciate the help.

[there's half of a stifled yawn before the feed cuts out. he hadn't been able to stop, once he started - once Merlin actually got to work, he was going to get things done.]

[[ooc: plotting comment.]]

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[courtmagic]

[it'd take more than a sea creature to put this annoyance down, Morrigan. and as if on cue, his response is much warmer, a blatant contrast to her own.]

You only suppose? It'd be a shame to put you to all the trouble of coming out to take a look, if you're not entirely certain.

[the tone of his voice says exactly what kind of smile he's wearing.]

[nogoldenmirror]

[Ah yes, she is well aware of that exact type of smile. She gives it to others often enough, when the situation calls for it. And at this point, she is very certain he is doing this simply to goad her.]

Do you want assistance or not? [She asks, somehow managing to keep the ice out of her tone. A feat she will ponder at later. She glances at the flasks on the table she is at right now, and sighs.]

I was working on something of my own, though far be it for me to deny the sharing of information.

[She is going to kill him one day. Mark her words.]

[courtmagic]

[she'll have to take a number for the murder business.]

How close are you to the library in the palace? Close enough to come drop by?

[nogoldenmirror]

How odd that you ask that.

[...Guess where she is. Ass. She finishes the project she is working on before ensuring the vials are sealed before searching for him.]

I was already here.

[courtmagic]

I'll see you soon.

[he'd wink, if this wasn't audio.]