It didn't take long to arrive back at the mansion, and the moment they did, Isabel turned toward him and extended her hand, as if asking for something.
Raelis tilted his head, puzzled.
"Need anything?" he asked. "I don't have any money, if that's what you're asking for."
"The gun," Isabel replied. "I'm confiscating it. Now."
"I already burned the gun as well," Raelis said plainly, causing a dumbfounded look to appear on her face.
"Seriously... you Varekans just burn every problem you can, isn't that right?" Isabel said, then halted. "Sorry... that was a bit insensitive of me."
"It's fine. You're right, but I'm not the same," Raelis replied. "Believe it or not, there was ink on the barrel, and—"
"Ink on the barrel?" Isabel cut him off. "Did the ink have a shape?"
"What...? It just looked like a splatter," Raelis said. "Do you think the Eternal Scribe is behind it or something?"
