Stratos is grimly quiet up to that point, nodding slowly here and there. It's such a typical tale for Felix. Exactly his kind of trouble and precisely his kind of scheme to try and get away with it without anyone else finding out.

Up until Jim says Rielle, and several of the pieces snap into place. Stratos swears softly.

"And that's why he wouldn't have told us, of course. Mara's sake, how could he be so foolish?" What was he trying to do with this spell? Surely not more necromancy, not there. Stratos looks down and shakes his head, wishing his little brother was here so he could shake the man. Which is how he notices something on the floor, a soft shadow blending with that of Jim's desk. He stoops to pick it up; a bit of silky grey cloth, a hood that must have been dropped beforehand.

"Whatever he took, it must have been something he was using for... the runeblades. It hardly speaks well of the item's nature."