The confirmation has him pressing his lips together in frustration and distress. At least Verin had arrived with something, but if they could be returned it didn't bode well for his more esoteric abilities; the Augur seemed to enjoy balance, of a sort, curtailing them in some fashion.

"Wait here," Essek clips, striding inside without answering -- and as soon as he's through the door with Verin out of sight he turns around again, heart pounding against his ribs.

"No - sorry." His voice is gentled, but still stressed. "Come with me."

The next ten minutes involves locating a bot, then another bot, then another, interrogating them all to some degree with a sharp and stern intensity he has not had to use in quite a while. It still mostly comes easily to him. Eventually he discerns that the items are being kept for 'cleaning,' and will be delivered later. Ostensibly. It's not an answer that he's pleased with, but there's little to be done.

They both emerge from the spa again, and Essek sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Even in the overcast day, the brightness of the light is uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry - we will simply have to hope that they will follow through. It is hard to say if they will or not."