When he asked Shadowheart to search Sef, he hadn't thought of trying to interrogate the Sharran after the departure of the man's soul from his body, but it was a good idea (although it was very, very strange to see his partner turn from her normal beauty to the sharp angularity of Lae'Zel). After the exchange between Shadowheart and Sef's post-mortem form, Nuvyen weighed what his partner said with great care. If Sef's words to be trusted even from the afterlife, they would indeed be casting themselves into a very hungry den of wolves itching to devour them; then again, Nuvyen could only assume that this priest, whoever he was, must be an important part of the Selunite order for the Sharrans to not only detain him, but for Sef to lie in his exchange with Nuvyen about whether or not he was alive. The half-elf had little understanding of what a Selunite priest(or priestess) did outside of the scope of their responsibilities at their sites of worship, but he could only assume that the priest was more than his title. 

"I'm not keen on delving back into a Sharran hideout." He grimaced, memories of squaring off against Viconia and her horde of Sharrans in the House of Grief flashing across his mind. 
"But this priest has to be important to Isobel, important enough to be waylaid and kept alive." A host of questions threatened to bubble up to the surface of his mind, but he channeled his thoughts to the present, closing his eyes for a brief moment before continuing:
"We won't have time to get any kind of reinforcements, so it'll be just us." He scanned their home, noting that Scratch had gone missing in the ruckus, more than likely galloping towards his owl-bear companion in an attempt to ensure it's safety. 
"And it would be unwise of us to charge out into the middle of the night towards this cave. From here to the Gate is about a day and a half's journey, so let's restore this place to a semblance of normalcy, rest as much as we can and head out in the morning." Nuvyen looked past Shadowheart down the hallway and chuckled.
"At least our room didn't get destroyed. That's nice." 

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The rest of the evening was spent digging shallow holes for the corpses to be buried and cleaning up the debris around the house, Nuvyen breathing a sigh of relief when, upon wrapping up the exterior clean-up, saw Scratch and their faithful owl-bear bounding towards their home. Neither animal seemed to be hurt and took their normal posts for sleep, allowing Nuvyen to assist Shadowheart in interior clean up, collapsing into bed as the moon was beginning to fade in the sky. When the monk awoke, the sun's rays were piercing through the window in their room, rudely awakening him from the too-short slumber. He felt for his partner in bed, but found it empty; no doubt she was already at work preparing for their encounter. The monk began his own preparations and was soon ready to depart, satchel slung over his shoulder. 
"Scratch and his much larger companion have got enough meat from the cellar that they should be fine for-" He thought Shadowheart was in her library, but the room was empty. 
"The time we're gone." Cocking his head slightly, he surveyed the living area and kitchen to no avail. His pulse quickened slightly after the events of the last night. 

Where had she gone off to?