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No the real devil here wore white. She'd been patrolling and coming from the opposite direction. She saw Pheiros and a stranger. As she got closer, she smelled Haunt's trail too -- but heading inland. Hm. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about her right now.

If she hadn't scented her daughter, Arbiter would have opted for the classic 'say nothing, just look between everyone and thus demand an answer' but because she did kind of wonder why her daughter had been here, and thus, impatience. What's going on? A flicking glance between the two, stopping on the stranger, the one who was less trustworthy just by their existence.