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Dax sighed as he set the goggles down on the counter and rubbed his eyes tiredly. His headache was amazing, like a cacophany of pain rattling about inside his skull. he put his glasses on and looked at the window. It was dawn, and he softly swore to himself. It had been early afternoon when he'd started using the scrying orb. He'd been searching for Jax again, finding hints and clues. It was maddening, to get enough leads as to the boy's location only to go and scope it out and find that he'd vanished like smoke into the wind. Dax shook his head, what a mess this was. His stomach rumbled angrily, as the pangs of hunger twisted sharply into the first twinges of nausea. He needed to eat, before his stomach was too unsettled to even consider food.
Soon he had a small kettle over a small table cooker, as he looked around for anything that would be even remotely appetizing. He opened the icebox and silently cheered. He'd forgotten he'd gone to the market and come back with fresh fruits. Small containers of fresh raspberries, blackberries, and strawberries were set by his chair as he found cream crackers. He pulled out a small crock of thick yogurt, pleased with himself for actually having food that tempted his appitite.
His head was still pounding as he popped a fresh cold raspberry in his mouth. It tasted like heaven, even as he nibbled on a cracker. He picked delicately at his small meal, feeling his stomach settle down. The strong tea on top of the crackers, yogurt, and fruit made him feel alive again. He sipped his tea as he leaned back debating on another cracker when there was a sharp knock at his door. Dax grimaced as he set down his cup, as the person at the door knocked again. Dax felt his stomach lurch from slightly appeased to vengeful nausea as he opened the door to see a messenger in the familiar livery of the city guard.