“We'll have a look at the damage and send a report back to the Vault. It'll be up to the Chief Inspector whether or not this warrants further investigation.” Though the Blackcaster purses her lips, she bends at the waist and offers another stiff bow as a gesture of gratitude.

“Thank you, officer. Just this way, please.”

It doesn't take long for her to lead you to her workplace, a relatively small building close to the city walls. The door to the workshop is splintered and when you step inside, the damage is all too obvious. Almost every chest and cabinet has been forced open, smashed pots litter the floor with shimmering powder and odorous herbs scattered everywhere, and the walls have been smeared with red paint that spells out crude insults. 'Witch,' 'harlot,' 'you did this,' 'daedra slave.' It's not just a minor case of vandalism, the entire shop has been torn apart.

“Gods,” Radan mutters, taken aback by the carnage. He might actually feel some sympathy for the sorceress. You're not sure that you do.

“I believe that this 'warrants further investigation,' don't you, officer?” Nalana gestures at her workplace with a sweep of her arm.

“That's not my call to make. We'll make a report of the damage and I'll have it sent to the Chief Inspector right away. Until he grants permission, there's nothing that I can do.” Honestly, there's a lot more that you could do, but you're not going to go the extra mile for a witch. “Radan, get the parchment ready. Janos, see if you can identify all of the... inventory that has been damaged. Miss, I'll need you to help us with this. I don't know what half of these things are.”

It's a laborious process, especially as Janos refuses to venture too close to anything that looks too mystical. Reagents for alchemy, soul gems and arcane dust for enchantment and more than a few tattered, ruined scrolls and books that once harboured magical power, all wrecked thanks to the vandals that tore through Nalana's workshop. You're surprised by some of the claims that she makes about some of these items – potions that can double a man's strength, scrolls that render the one who reads them almost impervious to harm, and so much more. If only the use of magic wasn't so taboo, you could make use of such things.

“Thankfully they didn't think to look for the trapdoor that leads to the basement, so I haven't lost everything.” As you've documented all of the damage, the sorceress has gradually softened and opened up. “I'm grateful for your assistance, though I do hope that the guild makes the right decision.”

“It's out of my hands, miss. Radan, if you're finished, take the report back to the Vault and hand it in. You'll find us back on the road. Miss, I hope the rest of your day will be more pleasant than this. No one deserves this sort of treatment.” Having offered your farewell, you leave with Janos and step back outside onto the waterfront, while Radan hurries off to deliver the report.