[color=0076a3][h3][center]~Ceri~[/center][/h3][/color]

It didn't take the pair all that long to find Mis among the crowd of people. Following the large amount of magic power being thrown around, wasn't exactly hard for Ceri. It was easy enough to pick out Mis among them, and a few others from the guild as well. Whatever was happening, it felt like it was bad. Ceri could only assume they had gotten involved in a fight with Golem's Hand, and while she hated fighting in all it's forms, and was generally not into it...she didn't want to see Mis get hurt. If anything, she could always help them run. Fleeing was kind of her specialty, after all.

She slowed her pace as the two of them finally managed to get close enough to see what was happening. It was definitely an altercation with the people from Golem's hand. Vega Ashworth. Big surprise there, but at least from the looks of things it had only been a small conflict and it was already over with. This was obviously a relief to Ceri, she audibly sighed in relief as she walked up too Illedrith, still holding onto the shaved ice she had previously been eating.

She let go of Klisa and walked over to Mis, still holding onto that shaved ice.

[color=0076a3]"U-uhm...M-mis."[/color] Her voice was understandably quiet as she gave Mis a gentle tug on her arm to make sure she got her attention. She didn't want to risk Vega hearing her, though he doubted he'd do anything else as long as Illedrith was here but she didn't want to take any chances in dealing with the guy. If she was capable of such a thing as hate, he'd definitely be the one it'd be directed towards. 

[color=0076a3]"A-are you alright?"[/color] She looked fine, from what the timid mage could see, but she was still worried.

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