Zami anxiously stared at his Darnassian grammar book, trying to seem engrossed in his reading as he finished catching his breath. They'd rushed back to the house, and just in time too. No sooner had they crossed the threshold than their bodies began morphing back to normal. Once they'd hastily redressed in their own clothes, they'd rushed back to the kitchen and tried to make it look like they'd been there the whole time.

Jazax was doing a much better job at it, Zami thought. He looked, rather convincingly, like he'd been engrossed in tinkering with some robotic mass of metal and wires for the past several hours. The both of them said nothing as the front door opened and Mythene entered with her father. Caserion muttered something inaudible to Mythene, before disappearing down the hall.

"Oh, you're back already?" Jazax looked up casually, lifting his goggles up onto his forehead.

Mythene looked momentarily dazed, like she hadn't heard him at first, before snapping back to attention. Zami cocked his head from behind his book, watching without comment.

"Well, it seems like you two have been successfully keeping busy," She said as she perked an eyebrow, "I presume everything has gone alright here?"

"Yup, you betcha," Jazax nodded.

Mythene looked at him skeptically before glancing over to Zami, as if seeking confirmation from him. He blinked for a moment, before quickly nodding.

"Uh, yeah, it's all good," He said quickly.

"Hm, alright then," Mythene nodded, before turning towards the hallway.

Yet, in the archway, she stopped just before disappearing, and turned back around with her hand on the doorframe.

"By the way…" She perked a silver eyebrow again, "You two didn't leave the house, right?"

"Of course, of course," Jazax answered first, waving a hand at her dismissively, "Now would you stop talking already, sweetcheeks? I need to concentrate."

"You're certain you didn't leave?" Mythene asked again, looking more at Zami, "Not even once?"

"How would we not be certain?" Jazax snorted as he connected two different wires and the robotic mass twitched.

Zami went to voice his agreement with Jazax, to say they never left. But something about the way Mythene looked at him, her pale eyes searching him so deeply, that suddenly he felt very guilty at the idea of lying to her. It was a rather strange feeling. He hadn't ever felt guilty about lying when it came to anyone except his mother. Unable to hold her gaze, he glanced aside.

"...Yeah," He mumbled, "We left."

Jazax immediately facepalmed as Mythene crossed her arms, leaning her shoulder against the archway.

"I already know," She said with a nod of her head, "But thank you for your honesty, thero'shan."

She reached into her pocket, withdrawing his trophy necklace. Jazax recognized it, realized they'd left it behind, and facepalmed a second time. Zami meanwhile just furrowed his brow, hoping she wouldn't be too angry.

"A rather curious spell," Mythene said as she twirled the necklace, bringing her other hand up to her chin, "How did you do it? Illusory magic? Or an enchantment?"

"Neither," Jazax said proudly, unable to resist bragging, "It was a potion I made."

"Ah? Is that so?" Mythene perked an eyebrow again, "I'm surprised you were capable of creating something that didn't explode, goblin."

"Who says it didn't?" He grinned, earning a roll of the eyes.

Zami was a bit surprised by her lenient reaction, cocking his head to the side slightly. His dreadlocks hit against his cheek lightly, rattling the fetish in his hair. To say it was out of character was an understatement. The Mythene he knew was quick to scold and even quicker to do so when her instructions were ignored. And, in this case, they had deliberately disobeyed her every request. So why wasn't she even slightly upset?

"Well, at least you didn't make a mess," Mythene sighed as she gave an exasperated shrug, "I suppose that counts for something…"

"Okay, what is dis?" Zami finally spoke up, his brow furrowed, "Why are ya actin' so weird?"

"Hm?" Mythene turned to him, expression as innocent as could be, "Whatever do you refer to, thero'shan?"

"Dis," Zami said as he gestured towards all of her, "Ya bein' really… not-Mi'ten."

"I am doing nothing of the sort," Mythene sniffed, "Do not say such silly things."

"Hey, yeah, this is kinda weird," Jazax said as he set a hand on his chin, "She ain't said one rude thing to me yet."

"I am never rude," Mythene said, tone only slightly defensive, "Anyway, I am going to retire to bed now. Goodnight to you both."

Mythene disappeared around the corner, off into the dark hallway, before either of them could say anything further. They exchanged confused glances with each other before Zami set aside his book and stood up.

"Dat was… really weird," He frowned, and Jazax nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, she was like a different person…" Jazax pondered, "Hey, I wonder if she got possessed by a ghost or somethin' back at the graveyard."

"I'm gonna go talk to her," Zami said as he furrowed his brow once again, "Dis just feels strange…"

Zami entered the dimmed hallway and felt along the wall until he reached Mythene's chamber door. He hesitated a minute, wondering if it was really a problem. Maybe she was just in a good mood or something? Yet he couldn't shake this nagging feeling that something was wrong. And that was reason enough for him to knock on her door.

"Mi'ten?" He called quietly, "Can I talk to ya for a second?"

He waited for a response, but no sound came from inside. So he tried knocking again, but still received no answer. After a moment, he knocked a third time before pressing his ear up against the door.

"Mi'ten?" He called, a little louder than before, "Are ya in dere?"

Zami sighed after his fourth knock went in vain, still receiving no answer. His bad feeling was starting to get worse, and it was making him nervous. He stared at the door for a moment longer before looking over his shoulder uncomfortably. Well, he supposed if it was just to make sure she was okay…

Hesitantly, he set his hand on the doorknob.

"Uhh, Mi'ten?" He called one last time, "If ya don't answer me dis time, I'm comin' in…"

When he still got no response, Zami groaned quietly and turned the doorknob. It was unlocked, and clicked open. Zami paused for another moment, half of him desiring to flee while the other was passively burning with a quiet curiosity. And worry, of course. Swallowing his nervousness, Zami swiftly entered the room and shut the door behind him.