Adan's belongings were securely locked beneath his bed, the one adjacent to the one Devyn had gestured for Waver to use. There was a small closet nearby where Waver would find two sets of clothes, all of them variations of black and a deep, royal blue, the same that Devyn wore, perhaps in mimicry of the man she called her mentor. Small items - oil for a man's hair, cologne, fine combs - were also in the closet, tucked away on Adan's side.
Devyn's suitcase was unlocked and had very few items in it of true worth. In fact, there were very few items in the room that seemed to be Devyn's at all. Of her clothes, she had only a couple different outfits in contrast to Adan, who at least had more tunics to offer, all finely pressed and beautiful. In her suitcase was a bound leather book full of copious notes, very few of them making sense in context. Each page was dated and kept track of small, seemingly monotonous things, characteristics of people, facts about them, but none of the entries had names attached to them in a way that Waver would be able to discern who they were about. Others had wild arrays of musical notes, like scribbled sheet music. The most recent entries had nothing to do with people and, rather, were abstract notes on magical theory, studious. There were small pieces about the Mystic Codes, enough that demonstrated Devyn's knowledge of them, but little else.
There was nothing besides those, however. For a woman like Devyn, things seemed too simple and uniform, as if her entire life was in that small suitcase.
Under some inspection, though, Waver would find a partially hidden place where a weapon must have been once and was now missing, presumably as it was on her person.
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Devyn's suitcase was unlocked and had very few items in it of true worth. In fact, there were very few items in the room that seemed to be Devyn's at all. Of her clothes, she had only a couple different outfits in contrast to Adan, who at least had more tunics to offer, all finely pressed and beautiful. In her suitcase was a bound leather book full of copious notes, very few of them making sense in context. Each page was dated and kept track of small, seemingly monotonous things, characteristics of people, facts about them, but none of the entries had names attached to them in a way that Waver would be able to discern who they were about. Others had wild arrays of musical notes, like scribbled sheet music. The most recent entries had nothing to do with people and, rather, were abstract notes on magical theory, studious. There were small pieces about the Mystic Codes, enough that demonstrated Devyn's knowledge of them, but little else.
There was nothing besides those, however. For a woman like Devyn, things seemed too simple and uniform, as if her entire life was in that small suitcase.
Under some inspection, though, Waver would find a partially hidden place where a weapon must have been once and was now missing, presumably as it was on her person.