The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

iliksis smiled openly to hear such reviled resistance in the girl; good -- he liked feisty. he did not hide the lingering of his cold gaze as he departed, nor did he dawdle in his departure. before long it was maegi alone in the wilderness; his steps carried him with purpose far from her presence.

later, the man would indeed do as maegi suspected; double back on his tracks, and seek out her scent among the ash. for now, however, the man was gone -- simply an apparition faded into the gloomy, flame-scorched woods.