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glancing up.
    “Well..?” Serrtin inquired.
    “Well what?” Kcrie growled back, thin brows bunching into a scowl. She hated when her methods were questioned. She also hated being rushed. An entire horde of mountain ogres could be crashing down towards them yet still she would take her time with her powers. Alas, Kcrienalpralopar knew what she doing no matter how infuriating she could be. “You know I require time to perform a Finding. I must dedicate my eyes to the face of which I search and only when I am completely satisfied will I began my scrying. I will need peace.”
    Serrtin rankled at the dressing down but held her tongue. A good thing that, Kcrie could refuse to help of the drop of helmet and not could be done to dissuade her. The Asrai cleared her throat in a small cough and closed her eyes. She cupped her hands in front of her and clear water began to pool, filling her hands like a bowl.
    She opened her eyes and looked deep into the water.
    As the shadows grew and the sounds of the nightlife shifted around their campsite, a cool breeze sprung up, prompting Aya to take up her blanket. Wrapped like a baby in swaddling, Aya’s face was all to be seen in the thick cloth. She slipped out of her boots and her light armor and sat them outside the blanket.
    While Kcrie sought the location of the man they were looking for, the Bren took the time to rekindle the dying fire. She did her best without resorting to using her magic, not wanting to distract her Asrai companion from the task at hand. Some searches could take hours.
    The old Wulf rose. Setting the crystal flask safely with their supplies, Agemeer padded over to rest beside Aya. Without fur such as he possessed, he worried the girl would catch cold during the night and, like a kindly grandfather, he would see to it she kept warm. Besides, it would not do for their mage to fall ill. Especially not now with a new mission just begun.
    Kcrienalpralopar’s blue eyes would flicker every once in a while as she searched through the images held within her scrying pool. Once and only once did she share the intricacies of her abilities with her team. The ability to seek through water was something all Asrai shared. Asrai, from what Kcrie told them, were a type of Fae water-spirit and all forms of water were connected on a spiritual level through them. Water was their medium to channel their powers and, in short, water was an Asrai’s eyes- through it they can see anywhere there was the smallest drop depending on the Asrai’s own strength. As Kcrie gazed into her hands, images from miles around came to her. Every source could show her something different. She started her search within the city of Nordek.
    …a deer sipping rainwater, an elderly woman’s wash basin, a bucket of entrails that had been mopped off the counter of a butcher shop…
    No good. Kcrie would need to refine her search. There were just too many images to process. She would search only for people- their life signatures were stronger, therefore easier to pinpoint. At this time of night, it could prove difficult still for most Races in Demaria were diurnal. She would try but if success did not come, early morn may promise better odds.
    Some of the city folk of Nordek were still awake- including a mud spattered man slipping into a warm bath. Kcrie perused the images (some quicker than others) and by the end of the citywide search, determined the youth with the amber eyes was not in Nordek. She would need to look elsewhere.
    When she lowered her hands, a little over a candlemark had already passed and stars lit the heavens visible through the canopy. Aya and Agemeer had fallen asleep. Serrtin was dozing but could be fully awake at a moments notice. As Kcrienalpralopar watched, the reclining Yarka’s scaled lids slitted, eyes moving in a slow arc as she observed the campsite then closed again.
    The Asrai raised her scrying pool and peered in, resuming her search. The fiend would not head north into the