Quite the contrary, the hunt has only just begun!

Almost naturally, as if the spell was wearing off due to your contended fatigue, you withdraw from the troll, relinquishing possession of his body for another time. You wonder if you are perhaps leaving your duties unfulfilled by not impregnating the archer directly, but you quickly cast aside your doubts. There is a good chance that the residual seed slopping around her waist shall accomplish the task, and you will in all probability be back for another visit soon enough. It is also unlikely that your bestial minion shall leave the poor girl alone for too long once he regains proper consciousness! You allow yourself a triumphant chuckle.

In full control once more of your human faculties, you sigh happily before leaning over your treasured seeing stone. The dark obsidian stares back at you impassively, and for a few seconds nought but your own reflection appears. Soon, however, your desired map flashes into existence, and you note proudly the red tinge that clouds the corners, as well as the bright green dot that remains the only trace of your encounter with Mélanie.

The two piercing yellow dots that still wander forlornly across the vast expanse of your labyrinth draw your attention after a short time. On the one end, Aliénor, on the other, Clémence, although you cannot be sure which is which. What better way could there be than to see for yourself? With a practised efficiency, which itself belies your rustiness with the incantation, you summon hazy pictures of the creatures nearest to the remaining pair of adventurers. Soon, your options appear before you: