Wylde let out a good long sigh and took an even longer deep breath as the ship few away from the castle. It was good... despite the fact she didn't get to defeat Beatrix... not that she stood much of a chance right now, but still felt bad about having been set up like this.

 "Going to wait for the next time, it seems." Wylde said as the ship took height and the former soldier blinked a few times, thinking deeply as her familiar quickly vanished into thin air, dragged away into the abyss she appeared form, taking her relics with herself. With that done and all, Wylde felt no real desire to deal with anything right now! She quickly hopped back into the ship and found herself the nicest place on top of a crate to lay down and have a nice relaxing nap.

 At least until a the confiscated weapons were brought to her and she had to wake up. She just took them, looked around, and dropped them under the bundle of cloth she used for pillow, making it even more comfortable now that it had some height also.