- Job info:
The cave was not a dark dank hole in the side of a mountain, but rather a well lit and, more importantly, well crafted home for the young mage. He opted to avoid having his primary base of operations aboard the Crystalli, for while it was very difficult for invaders to reach, it was equally difficult to escape. Additionally, if something should ever happen to the mechanical and magical components keeping it afloat then he would much rather his important documents be kept somewhere else. It had been about two weeks since his traversal of a rumored basin with the ex-saint and Elvira - the latter of which was now lying on his small but comfy bed in one of the smaller rooms adjacent to the main chamber. While carving an intricate stone dwelling out an unsuspecting mountain was a task even beyond his ability, it was not beyond the ability of one the Crystalli citizens, if they could be called that. Jacob was not a member of Crystal Swan, but rather a sculptor who was looking to expand his craft beyond pre-prepared marble and into something more grand, a canvas befitting the skill of the sculptor. Vincent knew Jacob through his works for the guild, but needing a home built is what pushed him to approach the craftsman for assistance. Thankfully, this was just the opportunity that the middle aged man was looking for who happily negotiated with the scholar who wanted his home to be carved into the side of a mountain adjacent to the Spooky Forest. Of course, he would provide protection for the artist. Vincent expected the job to take quite a long time - to say the least. Even with the magical tools present to sculptors in Fiore a mountain was a mountain which made it a surprise when he saw Jacob actually work. His skill with the chisel was matched only by his skill with manipulating the Earth itself. In no time at all Vincent was left with a beautifully crafted home with one large chamber and many rooms branching off of it to varying specifications based on his needs. The hole in his bank account was certainly worth it.
Vincent not only had to defer to a professional to build him a home, but also to deal with the comatose Elvira who seemed to be completely fine. Again, he was no doctor, but the ones he did visit all said the same thing: they couldn't find anything physically wrong with her. He expected as much, for this was a magically induced sleep. At least he suspected it was. Their job could wait as long as she needed to wake up, if she woke up. The thought upset him greatly. With all the books and all of the knowledge that he had accumulated over the years he had never been exposed to this particular kind of situation. It frustrated him. What was the point of all of his study if he didn't even know enough to help the one person that he most wanted to assist? He shook his head. Nothing good will come from letting my focus falter to quickly. I need to keep reading.... While he looked down at the book in his lap, his eyelids seemed to get heavier and heavier. His hunger pangs were strong and he felt like he really needed a drink, but he still pushed to ignore his bodies signals. Books, scrolls, and parchment bound in everyone other manner were strewn around him in addition to any and all ingredients he believed might be beneficial to producing some kind of concoction to counteract the effect of the Basin. All of them failed. Just as he was getting through the last page of the latest book he had started rereading, he realized that he would not be able to make it. Sleep finally grabbed hold of him tight enough so that even his desperate resolve couldn't save him. The young mage drifted off into the black void that had been clawing at him for days now.
He awoke eighteen hours later at the crack of dawn in a bit of a panic only to see that nothing had changed. Elvira still lay on his bed and he was still no closer to solving this mystery. I'm about ready to return to that Basin and ask the queen herself if she doesn't wake up soon. Feeling weak, Vincent finally decided that it was in his best interest to actually have a meal so he made his way into the main chamber which contained his kitchen and he made himself a bowl of scrambled eggs. He gorged himself on the quick meal like an animal before downing all of the water he had poured himself in a single go. His appetite was fiercer than he imagined and, while he was still hungry, he was stable enough to continue his research. The only thing that he knew about her condition was that it seemed stable and that she didn't need any intravenous addition of nutrients or fluids. Addition, the disease present within her had been kept at bay. It was undoubtedly the magic of the Basin keeping his teammate in pristine condition and caused Vincent to wonder if he had reason to worry at all or if he simply needed to wait just a bit longer.