"I have general knowledge." Vincent replied.

"Now, two things." he said.

"Kiah, that Blood Fern you asked me to cultivate. It's ready for plucking." he told Kiah.

"And YOU." he then said to Aedan.

"....who are you?" he asked.

"And what files in specific are you looking for?"

Vincent's eyes widened for a moment, before he leaned forward a little, lowering his head slightly.

He then started to chuckle... it was low and deep, but it was there. And it was a little unnerving, if Kiah were to be honest. The chuckling then rose in volume, before it turned to low laughter, to which it then transformed into outright full blown loud laughter, as Vincent threw his head back doing so.

He laughed for close to 10 seconds, before looking at Aedan, his expression distressingly serious.

"So. You're Garridan's girl." he commented.

"It's been lifetimes." he said further, speaking in Romanian as well, before clearing his throat.

"By the way, I have a feeling Kiah might not know what we're saying right now." he then added with a smirk.

"A lot of people have thought that about me." Vincent replied.

"At any rate... I guess we should go." he mumbled.

"Kiah, feel free to harvest as much fern as you need." he then told Kiah.

"It's growing very well, but it's up to you if you take it all." he continued.

"I'm sure you'll be surprised with how it's thriving."

Vincent just rolled his eyes.

"Even when I hated him, I still RESPECTED him." he said.

"Regardless." he then muttered, looking at Aedan.

"Come on, we're going someplace... that nobody else really knows about." he told her.

When Aedan stepped closer to him, he put his hand on her shoulder, and they disappeared in a small whirlwind... and when the winds died down, she found herself in a dark, dank cave, with only bioluminescent moss shedding light around them.

"The door is this way." Vincent said.

"And don't ask where we are. You're better off not knowing."

Vincent nodded, and the two of them walked deeper into the cave.

"Rules?" he then asked.

"There are very few." he said.

"Do NOT tell anyone where this place is. Do NOT tell anyone this place exists... except for people that obviously already know. Do NOT take anything from the place." he told her.

"If you want to record any information, do it. But don't be too liberal in doing so." he went on.

"Oh, and don't look up while we're in the cave." he then said.

"The ooze on the ceiling is alive, and will attack when it sees you looking at it." he warned her.

"It's not in the actual records room, but it's all around here."

As they walked, she heard strange noises coming from above her.

"Ignore those." Vincent said.

"It tries to get people to look up when they heard the weird cries." he told her, before reaching what looked the be a fortified steel door. It looked ancient and worn... but there was clearly a strange touch panel on it.

Vincent stepped forward, placed his hand on the panel, and after a few seconds, the door shook and shuddered, before sliding open.

"All right, in you go." Vincent told Aedan.

"No need for anything like that." Vincent replied.

"There's a small corridor past this door, which leads to a more normal door, that isn't locked." he told her.

"Along the way is a small teleport pad loaded with mana." he continued. "Outgoing ONLY." he stressed.

"Step inside and it'll scan your mind. Visualize where you want to appear, and you'll be teleported there. Pretty simple stuff, really." he went on.

"That work for you?" he asked.

Vincent nodded in response.

"Good luck." he said to her.

"I hope you find what you're looking for!" he then called out, before shutting the steel door.

With that, he sighed, and shook his head.

"Even -I- can't remember what all's in there." he mumbled, before teleporting out of the cave, and back to his manor.

Azazel didn't respond right away, but shook his head slightly when it registered that someone had spoken to him.

"Huh?" he muttered.

"Oh, hey Kiah." he said.

"And... it's... well, it's Aedan." he commented.

"She's been away for a week or so, which means she got called out to do some field work, and odds are it's the kind that takes a month or so." he told her.

"I just wish she would've said something before she left." he went on.

"I know it's probably nothing, but I AM starting to get worried." he then admitted quietly.

Azazel shook his head.

"No, not yet." he said.

"I've been considering it for the past few days or so." he then admitted.

"I just don't want to be a bother over something that's probably nothing, you know?" he told her, shaking his head once more.

"Sorry." he apologized.

"I can be a worry-wort at times." he said sheepishly.