He raised his tired eyes to Strax. "I saw the magic you used in the city. Truly amazing, Mr. Dragon."
Strax took a few steps forward, stopping in front of the old man. Despite his imposing presence, his voice sounded low and respectful. "I am honored, master... but I did not come here for praise. I came for answers."
The chief archivist—an elder with a thin face and short silver beard, his fingers still slightly singed from recent spells—took a deep breath before leaning on the table behind him. His eyes had the emptiness of one who had seen more than he should have.
"Do you think you'll find them here?" he asked, a touch of bitterness in his voice. "I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Yennifer stepped forward. "Was there not even a pattern? A clear origin? A primary target? Anything that tells us why they attacked the tower?"
