Riverside 19

[Shadowcaller]

[Southside - Dragon Research]

The scholar nods. "Likewise, miss." Then she leaves.

She is punctual of course, showing up exactly on appointed time, looking around curiously as she walks up to the entrance of the building. Was this the place where they 'made' them?

As she is greeted by the... nephilim? What a curious name. Were they somehow related to a god perhaps? Or were they an attempt to play god?
"Indeed, that is me. Nice to meet you, Aleksei." She smiles at him and offers her hand to shake. "As for where we start, perhaps you could tell me about your selection. Are there specific dragons you pick our for this process, or will almost any dragon do? Same thing for the people you graft them with. Would it work for just about anyone, or do they need to have special qualities?"

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[MERC Office]

Lo and behold. Regardless if they see it through the light from the lighter or through dark vision, they see the same thing, a lot of crap.

The entire floor is filled with broken or outright destroyed furniture to the degree that it is impossible to walk around down here. If the upstairs rooms were the furniture's breeding ground, this would be their graveyard. This is where furniture come to die. There might be some interesting items underneath all this rubble, but it would take a long time to clean out.

Why in the world is there so much furniture in this manor anyway?

But all of sudden, they can hear Koshal's cellphone ring nearby. The sound is weak, but it is definitely coming from somewhere down in the basement.