Noctisardor Bypass Blasé and lucky tonight,

A woman with the scent of bile still on her lips approached. Anselm hoped he was not seen, but her call said otherwise.

He stopped mid-stride, turning back to face her. He did not recognize her scent, nor her features -- but the civil manner in which she hailed him suggested he would do well to spare the same courtesy.

He did not see the leviathan hulking in the trees behind her -- not yet, anyway.

Drawing away from the borders, Anselm remained still while Druid padded closer. When she was an appreciable distance away, he answered. Yes. Vhere is Etienne?