Despite Lightwing's objections, Solar Lens decided to head out to the Noxferus' house that night. After their evening with Scarlet - a night long remembered by the townsfolk for its wildness, the Scholars retired to the upper room. Lens examined the book to make sure it was the Black Sun Prophecies. 

Through her glazed eyes she examined the ancient text. "Yes, yes, yus," she muttered. "This is watt the Noxfurus seeks."

"I don't know what he wants with it. Nothing but strange pictures," said Southwatcher, disappointment behind her voice. She had taken the pleasure of checking it out while the pegasus and unicorn were drinking with Scarlet. "Nothing of worth, save for that it's antiquity." 

Lens nodded and set the Prophecies back into the case that Hammer held on his back. Or at least attempted to, as the book landed slanted. Lightwing muzzled the book into it's right position and it fell in properly. The pegasus then said, "Doctor, I really don't think you should go now… not after-"

"Nunsense. Doktor Noxfrum wanted this book asf soon as possible. I told him I'll be back this afternoon! Nuw it's too late, and I don't want to make that hot stallion wait any languor," slurred Lens. 

Southwatcher's left eyebrow rose at that last comment. Before Lightwing could make any more comments, the Doctor was already out the door. She was wobbling in her trot, but otherwise was able to stand. Despite her intoxication, Lens was now focused. Or as focused as she could be after so many drinks. Lightwing sighed, and followed after her. "Alright, keep an eye on the book," he said before leaving.

"I'll keep both eyes on it," said Hammer. 

Trotting down the lamp lit streets, Lens began to blush more and her eyes began to twinkle. Her heart began to beat faster, exhilarated by the thought of meeting such a brilliant mind. They made it to the corner where they had previous stood yesterday. "Wait here, Lightwing. I'll deliver the news," she said. The walk help clear her mind, though she paid no thought of the smell of alcohol about her. 

Lens walked slowly on the darkened street, making no pony saw her. The Scholar's cloak aided in masking her appearance. Approaching the large doors, she knocked, than sat down, and waited.