Today, Pat and I met with Aiva Peregrin, a contract-agent of the firm formerly owned by the late Daniel Orville Carter. Whereas the firm of the past had dedicated to the enforcement of the morally-wrong darkfire prohibition, the business of independent spellcrafters, today, dedicates itself to the infiltration and undoing of oathcrafting criminals and their nefarious circles of influence.
Peregrin, after interviewing both of us, was not able to determine how Pat and I ended up going from Kearney to that ship out of Ramport, for Pat and I have no idea either. However, she was able to determine that the presence of both concealment and mind-control were carried out by a spellcrafter "egg," a tool even more powerful than a spellcrafter cross.
For a few hours, at least, we debated on how to intervene and stop Albin and his plight, though we never came to a consensus just yet. His address is now inaccessible to us; our guest-room address is still visible to us but is across the avenue from a narrow walkway between two other houses rather than his place. And Albin's OCEA account is blocked from us, except from Peregrin, who was able to locate it.
Suddenly, I remembered Albin's mention of a certain "Dalia Nahmens," his apparent soulmate.
"Spellcrafter eggs are known to cause the user, himself, to become deluded. There is a strong possibility that Dalia does not exist," Peregrin said.
"And is this why he may possibly be convinced that he, himself is the Master Pagewriter?" I ventured.
"Almost certainly," Peregrin said. "And it may be also explain the crazy beliefs he's indulged in, leading him to conspire with his circle to steal that spellcrafter cross."
Pat, in the meantime, relayed everything happening on our trip thus far to the Third Level Society Dungeonmaster: Amanda Korgan. And Korgan pulled us into an OCEA long-distance video chat, where we agreed to a certain plan. I will not write it here for now, for it is critical that the details be kept confidential.