[color=F5DEB3]"If you don't put that down, you're gonna completely miss what we're looking for."[/color]

"Hm."

[color=F5DEB3]"It's been forty minutes, and you haven't even switched it on yet."[/color]

"...Hm."

[color=F5DEB3]"You see why I suggested asking ab- to the left."[/color]

Without looking up from the powerless piece of plastic adorned with buttons, Isla Lyall slid to her left, and continued walking past the street light that had barred her path. She continued fiddling with the device, forever unable to figure out how the mobile phone was supposed to work. The seemingly-disembodied voice of her companion sighed. Isla was pretty stubborn about not seeking help for that little toy. And not even because of pride, she just didn't want to bother those employees that specialise in making sure tech-illiterate customers can use the devices they buy. Well, three weeks and several thousand miles later, it was a little bit late to come back for assistance.

They were nearing their destination now. According to that letter, a team of Flame Haze was required to take down The Weaver of Dreadful Legends, which Isla was more than happy to participate in. Wulver did not voice his objections, but he couldn't help but be concerned. Even with a group of Flame Haze at her side, Isla was still relatively inexperienced, and this was an exceedingly dangerous opponent. He trusted Isla to judge her opponents carefully, but...

"...Hey," Isla spoke softly, pocketing the phone for now as she came to a stop. Brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the ponytailed brunette surveyed the buildings before her, "How many is there?"

No doubt she was referring to the number of Flame Haze that were being gathered, and the Lord couldn't help but chuckle. His partner would gleefully leap into battle with an army of Denizens, but the prospect of a meeting with her allies resulted in Isla stalling and delaying her arrival as much as she could. She was quite a humorous girl like that.

[color=F5DEB3]"Given the situation, probably hundreds,"[/color] Wulver suggested teasingly, causing Isla to grimace and direct her eyes to the ground bashfully. She proceeded at a much slower pace than usual, exchanging no more words with the rounded stone resting in her breast pocket. She was probably mentally preparing herself for the momentary attention she would receive upon arriving.

They finally reached the marked warehouse, designated as the rendezvous point, and Isla inhaled deeply, hand resting against the door for several moments, before slowly pushing it open.

"..."

Keeping her eyes to the floor, Isla stepped inside and immediately stepped towards a corner of the building, avoiding eye contact. There was only three present, but that would most likely change very soon. ...Could this place even house hundreds of people inside it?
Leaning against the wall, the Flame Haze known as the Cruel & Silent Hunter, simply waited.