The other male with short brown hair stepped forward. “I’m Hem.”
“Please excuse us we need to talk in private for a minute,” Befrielse said. Furstinna could tell by the tone the conversation was tense but when the four faced her again they appeared calm.
“There’s no way we can bring you up to speed by just talking to you. There are some things by Kunskap you can read here but it would take time.”
“Get me up to speed on what?”
Ganska sat down on the other side of Furstinna. “I’m afraid the Manskliga have made some dark bargains with the Asistan Ti. Kunskap found the evidence of this plus other issues happening across Varlid.”
“Only Kunskap has disappeared. The school is saying he’s fallen ill and taken a sudden trip to Trask Galen to recuperate. The son of an Elyun family he was corresponding with died recently,” Befrielse explained. “Kvinna were you able to meet with him?”
“I was able to drop off the papers but we didn’t have time to meet or discuss them. He had found some business anomalies that mirrored those Kunskap found in Rike. Before he passed he talked about making a trip to Fond,” Kvinna said.
“Do you think he was killed?”
“His death was ruled a stroke or aneurism. It could be a coincidence.”
The mood of the group darkened.
“None of this makes any sense to you,” Hem said.
Furstinna shook her head. “Not a clue.”
“We’ll just have to show her,” Ganska took her hand.
The others nodded in agreement and Kvinna led the way back into the catacombs.
“It’s pitch black down here, how can you tell where you’re going?” Furstinna asked.
“Just follow for right now. We’ll tell you what you need to know when.”