While Azurael was out collecting her new officers, T'vor made his way to the first empty tent he could find and claimed it as his own before falling onto the cot inside for a long nap. He hand't slept in days, but now that things were finally falling in place, he could relax a little.

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Sephiroth continued this pattern until he circled the whole camp once. He could feel the drain on his magic after each time he invoked her spell, and his arm had collected several cuts along the way. Already he could tell that his mood was being affected, but he wasn't going to let himself get irritated. He completed his circle and met Sasha back at the place they'd begun. He wiped his blood off his knife and stuck it back into his belt.
"That's that, then. Is that all you wanted from me then?" He inquired.