Two hours, it took them two hours in the library waiting for the map to be copied for there are others in line with their orders and request. So, they used this time looking and searching for books until Akatosh was bored.

"I'm tired of this." Akatosh sigh. "You hungry cause I'm dying of hunger we should get some snack."

"A little." She nods.

"I see…"

Riya runs back to the manager informing the person about their request. So Akatosh wait for her at the front door until she was done. She was still silent to talk about something and Akatosh too, don't know how to start a conversation.

Arrived at some tavern and by the looks of it, the place doesn't look cheap to Akatosh sight. As they enter the inn bunch of adventurers can be seen filling the whole place, luckily there were three tables unoccupied.

Food and drinks are ordered. And while tending to their food Akatosh let his ears open, eavesdropping on the people around.

"Hey, why did the priestess come here."

"I don't know must be something with the Shilvia family."

"I heard that arc sage Azarus have been out for too long at the Maginum. They say he'd traveled to the land of the fire."

"I thought he was last seen at Rashival."

"Rashival? Is that where none humans reside."

"I heard there will be a tournament there at Endregar."

"Tournament for what?"

"I don't know gold maybe. I also heard that the champion of the tournament would be given something."

"And what is that?"

"Do know, try going there."

As Akatosh eavesdrops on the people, without realizing he didn't know he'd already finished half of his plate. Riya, however, wasn't near enough to consume half of her meal.

"You seem to be dreaming. I was calling your name thrice." Riya says.

"Just gathering intel," Akatosh responds, tapping the table with his fingers still listening to what the surroundings are saying.

When the crowds became more and more disdain Akatosh could only hear were loud murmurs and noises for a tavern.

Riya couldn't help but be startled by his action as if he was an empty shell. In the end, all Akatosh could do was give in and continue his meals. Out of sudden, a word reaches through his ears.

"Did you hear about Ariendal De Shilvia?"

"You mean the royal family that said to be one of the most powerful families here."

"That's right."

"Nope, what about him."

"It's all about the treason. That's what rumors say."

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"Treason? Bah… c'mon even the king would not believe that kind of rumor. The Shilvia family would never betray the king and country."

"I know right? But what the heck with it how's the hunt for those corps eaters."

"Nahh… my party was a complete disaster if it wasn't for me, they would not be alive."

"Really? Funny cause last time I saw you. You were running your arse off to those vile creatures."

"WHAT!! Well, that was--"

The words they spoke lingers on his feelings. "Shilvia" Is the word that rang to Akatosh's mind. "Shilvia-Shilvia, where did I know about that name… oh… That chick and her sister, should I visit her or--"

Speaking for himself, Akatosh had already been finished his meal.

"Okay," Akatosh says still tapping his fingers thinking and thinking to who knows what he's thinking.

Until Akatosh could again excess his strength, they rested for more than half an hour. Before leaving the place full of riled-up people. A quarter of copper was placed on the table waiting for the collectors. And upon stepping out of the inn Akatosh's mind is always in a drift, thinking and thinking, planning, trying to premonition his next step.

For minutes of walking and exploring the area full of alleys and buildings. At a distance of 50 meters apart Akatosh saw what it seems to be a group of people in cloak conversing to themselves. More interesting was, the group of gentlemen, the place and emptiness of its silence was curious to Akatosh. A place, where no guards are sent to scout, a place of dwindling light, and a shady place to dwell in, a place good for thieves, thugs and rouge likes to crawl.

When his eyes took notice of them murmuring to each other, Akatosh stops. Fortunately, a crate was laying right beside a building. So swiftly, Akatosh and Riya hides before they could detect their presence.

Akatosh looks at Riya for answers and a cold stare piercing to his eyes. She too felt something was off to these people.

"Do ya know something about this place?"

"Cemetery." A low tone Riya says.

"What?"

"We're in the boundary of the old cemetery, right beside that corner is full of graveyards."

"Okay?"

Turning to take a peek if they are still in their place but the moment Akatosh takes a glimpse, already they start moving towards the cemetery.

Stood they stand following their trails until both of them sees a large clearing full of tombstones, gravestones. The place was large and full of graves.

To hide their presence both Akatosh and Riya had to do is to keep their pace and distance. He assumed to be a group of cults or rather necromancy.

Akatosh look at Riya to see her quite assured of herself knowing Akatosh was there for her. But what she expects is the complete opposite of what Akatosh is. Alone is what he does best, and a company is what Akatosh doesn't agree with. He was afraid to endanger them, afraid to see a companions' death in front of his very eyes. He wasn't fond of carrying others' burdens nor the other way around.

"Hurry up will you!"

"I got."

Anxious to be caught Akatosh heard them talking, they're in a hurry he can tell by the voice they're exclaiming.

"This is too dumb, we should have rather use a teleportation spell or a scroll."

"You stupid!"

"What did you say?!"

"Do you know that using magic would reveal our location, thanks to you we were almost got screwed because of your damn stupidity? If it weren't for him, our prisoner's bodyguard would have savagely burned us after he'd detect our location from your stupid magic! Thanks to you we have to double our work!"

"Stupid ehh… well, I show you!" The man replies creating a magic circle from his hand.

"Would you two shut your mouth!" The man who was fiddling with the graveyard interrupts the two.

The way their voice and tone, Akatosh could tell from afar that they're in a heated argument. The man who's silent, distance himself from their argument then begun turning the gravestone with strength. As the man twists the stone grave right beside him is a round slab slowly turns revealing a path.

Akatosh was amazed the moment he saw the stone opens. "The man who engineered that design was pretty good indeed," Akatosh says. And right after the descent down, the round slab slowly reverses, closing.

Filled with curiosity and adventure he quickly pores the weapons and armor that's what is left from the bag. Akatosh always kept his magic bag at his side no matter the cost. It was a mystery to him as if the bag holds some part of his soul.

"Let me see, a worn-down leather armor, a two-short sword, and a spear. Huh, where's the mace, oh, I forgot… I must have left it in the dungeon full of corpses."

Slowly prepare for the next struggle, Akatosh saw Riya in a worried face.

"Should we go tell the others before we could- - "

"Listen Riya, go tell the others don't worry I'll be fine." Akatosh interrupts.

She was upset and worried, and Akatosh was stupid for diving into the lion's den without a party to venture with.

"Okay, then shall we open the curtains just for this day again," Akatosh says drinking the endurance potion.