"Lionel is somewhere... between," he says, recalling the cryptic message on the planchette. 'Between' could be many things, he realized. Maybe 'between' Elflock falls and this settlement.

He reaches into the pockets of his coat. His fingers hover over his wand and settle instead on his flashlight. He clicks it on and shines it down onto the lichen-covered walls. "Okay, then. Let's uh-- let's go." He heads in.