She had been gone but a week, and no word had come of her work, the envoy had promised to stay in contact but was not heard from either..
Telemann grew weary and irritated, there was a deep longing to see her again, like a homesickness that had carried him into a reality he did not want to be.. his irritation grew to anger, and his anger turned to distrust.

In a blaze of escalated emotion Telemann rushed down the stairs to the basement under his chambers where he had set up tools to cater into the occult.
In one fell swoop he threw aside the books on a large table making room for the sword of damocles he sent crushing though intendedly marking it with shapes and letters of mystical origin.
But a few slashes more and the result was a grand demons key of incantation.

In a single move Telemann jumped on top of the table grabbed damocles ephemeral sword and planted it right into the middle of the shape, through the table.. even cracking the stone of the floor underneath it.

"concerno, umbra, concerno, ira, munimentum hereditas mea, concerno, ira, concerno, umbra"

Telemann chanted loudly, so loudly even the birds above would hear him through thick layers of concrete..