The situation was far from ideal, but they were accomplishing things. Zach spent most of his time slowly honing his personal soul awareness and mental barriers, occasionally testing the latter against casual telepathic attacks by Zorian. When not occupied thusly, he was either thinking up some way to distract himself or helping Zorian go through the numerous books and documents they had brought with them. These gathered texts were either stolen from the stashes of high-ranking cultists, looted from the various sites they attacked in their (thus far futile) search for the simulacrum spell, picked up from the aranean treasury beneath Cyoria, or
simply bought from the stores with their vast wealth. Zach wasn’t much of a researcher, but Zorian appreciated his help all the same.
As for Zorian
