[b]Dimitri[/b]
The monk had decided to visit with Twain upon their return to Tridents HQ. Happy as he was to be out of that bitter cold and crumbling rubble the tin cans that served as Tridents Mobile Head Quarters was almost equally depressing. The monk had no love for Twain’s Magic, but his knowledge on the topic of magic was the closest thing the monk would come to his homelands where magic was a very well known and present entity.  Since the artisans had mastered the refinement of Catalysts, magic was almost as common to the Temperance people as electricity or running water. But Dimitri would find none of it here. The Ebb and Flow of Earth’s magic was a completely different animal than the familiar presence of the natural magical currents back home. He paused outside of Twain’s Conference room, raised the flask to his lips and took a long pull before returning it to its home on his waist. He paused in the doorway for a moment fascinated with the motion sensor and how the female voice of that door constantly reminded people to step through so it could close. 

Dimitri’s eye’s fell upon the old leather bound book and he chuckled at how ancient and arcane it looked, happy to have plenty of booze to get him through the next little while. 
“That book reminds me of some of the library’s back home, the only thing missing here are the unseen guardians that are able to toss a man across the room should he step out of line...but alas, booze is booze. It works on them too! His eyes rested on Twains. “I’ve come to listen Twain; simply because I can think of nowhere else to go right now and your magic is the closest thing to home I have as uneasy as it makes me feel…Anyone care for a drink?”


[b]Natasha[/b]
She had been assigned private quarters back at Trident’s Head quarters and granted relatively moderate security clearance to their database which she was thankful for. No one would bother her there, and if they decided to, she had a few cameras along the route to her quarters so she would see them coming. The office attached to her quarters reminded her of some of the field stations she had been assigned to for MOON. Inconspicuous but full of technology, and the fiery red head supposed this might have been an area put aside specifically for MOON Agents on the rare occasion that they were attached to Trident.

Something had been bothering her for a while. Something that Mikkel had mentioned during the dead man’s grim interview with Twain. Something he had mentioned but things had escalated so rapidly at the castle she hadn’t the time to really think more on the subject of Slay until she was back at the base.
‘[i]Slay...Yes I remember that name from somewhere...Hibiscus and her dusty old photograph. Shit, I have to find Tristan. He was in that picture too damn it.[/i]’ she thought to herself. A few moments later she rose from the desk and moved towards the door only to pause mid stride debating with herself whether or not she should go and talk to him or just let it alone for a while.

Dayna
The elemental sprite had wandered around Trident's base for a while aimlessly before catching sight of Dimitri and she had decided to follow him she floated into the room slowly behind the monk then drifted towards Twain her two orbs staring at him scrutinizingly as if she were wiling them to burn holes into that fancy, long dark coat of his. "Mr Twain do you have a body under all of that coat or are you simply just air?" her eyes narrowed "You don't feel like air, but I have yet to see you without that coat on."