Even as she was lying in her bed in the inn of Hargeon, having chosen to stay there instead of the guild building for the time being. Morrigan's staff was cleverly hidden, wrapped under bandages and concealed in the corner of the room, at least Morrigan's whispers had ceased, giving Esperia the comfort of some peace to set her thoughts straight on her plans for the future.
First she needed to figure out what a phylactery actually was, then it was a matter of figuring out how the ritual worked. Fortunately, Morrigan seemed to be asleep so she didn't need to worry about deception, instead, she quietly raised her hand to the temple of her head and took a deep breath, allowing her magic to teleport her back into the Kamui dimension.
She had to admit it was awkward, standing there in her nightgown, and equally awkward was the fact the ancient mage had seemingly expected her, for her was quietly sitting on the edge of one of the prisms, fishing into the dark void underneath him "Damd fish never bite when you want them to- Ah, back already?"
The man's words made her smile weakly as she sat down beside him. "Say, do you have a name?" The man nodded his head lightly in response. "They used to call me: Arbert, so what can I do for you on this fishless night Esperia?"
Esperia paused for a moment, only smiling weakly at his jest upon which she finally inquired: "What... is a phylactery?"