Bartholt

At the first supper, the silverware clinked eight times. The glass was cleared away untouched.

• NinaSteward, were you counting?
  BartholtI wasn't counting. It simply stayed with me.
• SerenaA table set that quiet isn't a supper. It's a funeral.
  BartholtThat's not a thing to say about Nyxia's table.

There are four archive keys. One went missing from its place last night. I searched till dawn, then decided to stop looking.

• NinaThat's the first time I've seen you give up on anything, Steward.
  BartholtIt isn't giving up. It's looking the other way.
• CorbinThe key will be back in its place by morning.
  BartholtYes. I'm sure it will.