"Oh, you're back," she says to Calan. The smile is there, but there's a distance that wasn't there before. "Calan, I'd hoped to get your help looking into an old dwarven family called the Brightborns; Xorta says they're part of Brighton history and disappeared after the great war. But I suppose I can just fill all of you in, since you're here," she motions to Evo and Jinn.
She speaks hurriedly under all the gazes at once. "As you can imagine, Xorta was... not easy to talk to. But I gathered that the sword I found, by perhaps siphoning some of its enchantments, it may have unraveled its elemental fabric, as it were. I'd like to speak with Master Kalios, as he's a conjuration expert, and may know how to perhaps fold the elemental powers back into the sword. Xorta also mentioned no obvious trace of time elementals but did say the Brightborns, of which Alina was unaccounted for in ancient days, disappeared shortly after the war rather mysteriously. That's what I'd hoped to put you on, Calan."
She looks as if she means to say something else, then thinks better of it. "There's another matter, Magus, but it's..." She stares fixedly at a spot on the floor, the colour rising in her cheeks. "... you know, it might be best written in a letter."