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Shavas gazed out across the forest surrounding the white mage tower from her perch atop a battlement. She felt, rather than heard Nadira approach her from behind. She took in deep calming breaths, trying to the feeling of cold terror that had gripped her heart moments before. Her stomach protested and she had to concentrate to keep down her rising nausea. It was a feeling wholly unfamiliar with the sorceress, and she was finding it to be a very unnerving experience.

Shavas counter her breaths and closed her eyes as she massaged her temples. "Yes Nadira? Do you need something, and is it important? I'm feeling a bit ill at ease at the moment."

Nadira stopped in her tracks with obvious surprise, then shrugged and leaned against the wall. "I was just looking for Freya, she wansered off a while ago and I thought she might have come up here with you."

Shavas shook her head absently as she inhaled, the air was cool against her skin as it rippled through her auburn tresses and tugged at the folds of the simple black robes she wore over her armor.
She wrinkled her nose as the wind carried to her the smells of human waste, and sweat wafting up from the common areas, but it also carried the sweet smell of flowers, evergreens and cooking. her eyes widened momentarily as she caught the tangy scent of blood. Barely audible but unmistakeable to her keen senses. Not to mention it was a scent all to familiar to her.

She whirled around to face Nadira, she really was barely more than a child. Probably around the same age as Freya had been when Shavas had whisked her away from her foster family on the eve of the final battle. A battle not so final as they had hoped. "How long ago did you say she wandered off?' She questioned idely, trying desperatly to keep her voice normal and her tone level.

Nadira bit her lip as she considered the question. "... half of an hour I think. Its hard to be sure, I began to look for you shortly after her departure but it took me ages to find you."

Shavas gripped the edge of the wall so tight that her knuckles turned white. Her face, which was normally pale, lost yet more color. She looked very much like a walking corpse. Or maybe the undead creatures told in tales meant to frighted children into obeying their parents.

She grabbed Nadira's hand with a bone crushing grip and sprinted for the stairs dragging the confused young girl behind her like a rag doll.

Nadira tugged at the hand holding her prisoner, but to no avail, Shavas' grip was like a vice and the sorceress was obviously in some sort of frenzy. She only wished the crazed woman would leave her out of it.

"Yes, they're quite fine. Why, I gated them to saftey not more then half an hour ago. And stop your magic using. Anything that can sense it will be able to home in, like I just did."

Auren stepped out of the shadows, vastly different then he was the last time Yami had seen him. He was daemonic now, with a different right arm, the bone like armor plates and claw replacing it, while the other was the same. That, and he had an aura of evil around him, but anyone who could sense such a thing could also sense the purity of his unyielding moral code, and that was the thing that had saved him.

"Well, Toleranth will be glad to see you, and your kids as well. We won't be going back the same way they did, but we'll get there before you know it. Take my hand."

"Long Story. Involves one Demon King, one pissed off me, one researching me, and one escape plan." He grabbed hold of her hand, and activated the teleportation spell with a thought.

Landing in the midst of the wilderness, he nodded to himself. "It's gonna be a few more hops. If you're gonna have to puke, do it now rather then later. Alright?"