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in the sunken depths of the grotto caiaphas stirred, extracting herself from the shadows in the long and serpentine manner of some idle predator. bleakly she faced the mouth of the cavern, her gaze traveling along the white-rimed flecks of the lapping shore. along the breeze was the unmistakable scent of a comrade she had not seen in too long -- not since he had requested a position in the leadership tier. she was offended that no sooner had he garnered a promotion he had disappeared -- she felt conned, as if he were some weasel come to destroy every last vestige of trust caiaphas carried for the world. with a huff she trailed after @Vlad, her expression cross as she came upon him.