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	Ruiko, mid way through her promise of fealty, found herself poked with a stick on the back of the head. It didn't feel particularly large nor, on the second poke, did it feel like a legitimate stick as it seemed to let out a low, keening sound like a tuning fork which seemed to reverberate through her, as though the sound were tuning to her rather than to the construction of said stick. As the first shiver of strangeness runs along her spine, the third poke comes urging her to look at the origin of such annoyance as, strangely, she couldn't sense anyone behind her.

	When she looked around, however, she found stephen holding a crystaline rod of some sort and crouched behind her, the rod dispersing back into his arm before he rests his chin in his hand and ask in a rather even tone "don't suppose there's a clothes shop around here that you know about that isn't destroyed?". While he was a rather bland person outwardly, the fact that she couldn't sense... anything really, no psionic imprint of any kind, no soular radiation, no thermal energy, nothing. At her silence while she contemplates the meaning of such a finding, she finds her forehead poked by said crystaline anomaly