Cassian grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. "It slipped our minds amidst the chaos, but… yes, something else occurred."
Alistair's expression remained calm. But his eyes sharpened ever so slightly.
"What happened?" he asked gently.
Roderick's tone lowered; even his battle-hardened voice carried unease. "The city museum was breached."
Isabel's eyes narrowed. "The museum?"
"Yes," Cassian continued, his voice tightening. "A small statue, more like a model was stolen."
Isabel exchanged a glance with Alistair.
"A model of what?" Alistair asked.
Cassian swallowed hard.
"A creature," he said. "A small carved statue of… something ancient. We never classified it. It was discovered decades ago during an excavation near the Whispering Abyss. Scholars once believed it to be a depiction of a mythic beast. But it was just a model. Nothing else."
