[h1][b][color=f26522][color=92278f]Loraine[/color][/color][/b][/h1]
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Loraine had little trouble blending into the crowds. She hid underneath a thick, heavy, black coat that went down to her knee's that covered up her dual pistols and the red cross of her Church hidden beneath its thick layers. No one was any the wiser – for now she was a commoner. She wandered the market, eyeing the relatively common sight of demons aside God's children behind stalls and tents selling all manner of hellish foods and items. She kept her disgust, as she did with all other emotions, hidden behind her stone cold face - "With blinding rage you will smite Lucifer's children, but that which is the rage of God": a proverb she had been taught from a very young age. What she was looking for she was not entirely certain; the word of a demon was little to trust, but it was all she had. All she knew was this demons name, and that he would be found here - how it would be found was a task Loraine was attempting to construct. 

She decided she would feign interest in the stalls and their wares, listen to the voices around her, the whispers of demons, for the name of 'Tazul' to be mentioned. She would keep an eye on the dark corners of the market, the streets that wound off deeper into the city that dotted the edges of the cacophony for any sign of individuals who looked like they ought not be there.

Her 'plan' went without event for some time; she made sure not to stay too long in one place to keep suspicion off of her. As she wandered she heard saplings of gossip smattered about the cocktail of people: "Have you heard? That big abandoned warehouse up north of here was raided!", "Get out of here", "Oh, it's true! I heard the gunshots! Something went down there", "Me too!", "Was it the Kradictron?", "I heard it was the Holy Terror" - and so it went on and on. 'Interesting', though Loraine. This would be something she'd have to look into, but not until her current task was done.

She had made her way to one of the borders of the market, the crowds far less dense here, the stalls far more rundown and 'shady' looking. As she strolled, she saw a small group of demons slowly edging their way into the market. She felt a power in her stir, and knew she must pursue within the shadows. It was God's will. She followed close behind.