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blixen's gaze was conveniently elsewhere as caiaphas looked upon her, attempting to pry from her features any indication for the deception. perhaps she was not really here looking for her friend -- perhaps this was some ill-timed reconnaissance mission, and caiaphas just so happened to stride by.

for as much sense as that might have made, caiaphas didn't believe it to be true (yet) - the woman had not walked in a sly manner, nor had she attempted to conceal herself once she was spotted. after some consideration caiaphas decided she was wasting too much energy speculating, and might as well have cut to the chase.

after all, she had never been known for her propriety. "hmm. yes, he lived here once." she answered, briefly glancing out along the cold winter waves. it was so cold this time of year. "but i do not recall him caring much for drageda." she paused to measure blixen's reaction, her hungry gaze studying carefully the lines of the firebird's face. "so, who are you truly looking for? perhaps i could be of more help, if i knew who it was you came here for. unless you enjoy your friend being missing -- in which case, seems paradoxical."