Helisma usually has the answers you want.

You walk towards Helisma as she stared off into nothing. She does however turn her head towards you when you approach, your cock pointed at her like an arrow ready to strike.

"Inquisitor, do you have anymore raw materials for me?", she asks.

"As I matter of fact I do. I have your raw materials right here", you reply.

Pushing her down to her knees, you promptly stick your throbbing wang down her expressionless face. The tranquil woman didn't even utter the slightest protest or reaction as you slipped the entire length down her warm throat. She stared blankly as you grab her head and start thrusting. The quiet mages' tower which was usually deadly silent was audible with loud throat-fuck noises as the tranquil slut's face was smashed against your hammering crotch, over and over again. Surrounding mages simply continued to study their books as if they were simply listening to a broken air vent or other type of background noise.

You promised her 'raw materials' and you delivered.

"Open wide and receive your 'materials' Helisma", you command.

The blank faced woman simply kept her jaw agape as she stoically took load upon hot and copious sperm into her mouth. She dutifully collected every drop of 'raw material' she could as the gooey paste hit her palate. There was of course, a little too much as your white pearly spunk spilled down her chin and her green dress. She swallowed what she could with a single monotonous gulp and stands up again. You clean your sticky cock against her dress, using it like a cum rag.

"It appears you've come across a spirit in your travels".

"What the?! That's incredible! You can tell that from my cum?", you ask her.

"Indeed. There's a slight 'ethereal' tinge to your materials today. I can immediately begin identifying the contents for further research".

It was good to know your followers were so on point with everything.

...

Some time passes and Helisma returns with a hefty volume that related to spirits.