Across the ornate darkwood floor she carried herself with those dimly lit eyes proving to scan intently, hunting; her vision enchanted with the subtle effects of the divination's scrying. Within her view, as her head panned from broad shoulder to shoulder, soft, light auras caressed the edges of the room in a color reminiscent of carnations. All the while her powerful palm rested upon the binding of the sword, for she proved as ready as any woman of her ability and stature should be.

[i]Abjuration.[/i] The sorcerous beast noted, approaching the corner of the room where several lines of the soothing pink pooled.

Crouching, careful not to contact the field itself, she drew out her hand from the sword and but inches from the spell as she felt out its presence with her own. Willing the magic that imbued her sight stronger, she quickly assessed the spell in question, which was as she had hoped and its familiar arcane energy was welcoming to her; not an ounce of her person or the spell resisted.

[i]Warded against evil.[/i] But there was more to it, cleverly hidden, for as her concentration grew, her search shifted about innately as if drawn to the energy that lingered silently in the air.

Turning her attention up, scarred muzzle following the lines, she noted the presence of another school of magic that traced the fixtures of the walls, specifically those that were trimmed in polished brass. No surprise for the home of a mage, the golden aura about the finery that were the candelabras and similar additions was more than mere candle and flame; they were sheathed in divining magic. Some sort of mystic sensor, but it soon became evident why they were there at all.

The room itself concealed a powerful evocation in the form of a purge, and the warrior-mage carefully examined it, rising to standing and thus not far from its resting place atop the ceiling. So tall was the beast-woman that if she wished, she could have reached out and touched the chandelier that hung not far above her, but the whole ordeal of doing so was most unneeded. She knew enough by observing the concealed spell what its purpose was, and there existed no question to it as both her eyes and memory focused in upon it; it was an evocation to dispel concealment, be it invisibility or otherwise. The "bane of shadows", so to speak.

Chest concealed beneath the beaten breastplate of tarnished silvery metal rising and falling in a deep, snarly laugh, she chuckled. "Wise."

Content with her findings, she withdrew at last her demeanor of extreme caution and instead turned her attention to the bath that awaited her; the steam rising lightly from the doorway beyond, just as she had been promised. She had mostly ignored the furnishings of the lavish room, not wishing to disturb them or mar their fine craftsmanship in her search, be them the plush chairs or fine wooden accompaniment. But it was at last the time to attend to the matter and with a gesture of her hand, directed at a distance, she willed the magic within her blood and person to secure the door to her quarters behind her, and an invisible force answered her beck and call.

It locked audibly, with bolt rotating into place as though manipulated by intangible fingers. While the defense was mundane and certainly not a match for any mage capable of warding a home such as this, it did provide a delay for most uninvited guests... not that she of all persons was likely to have any.

Now however, the time to settle in and wash away weeks of travel had become an opportunity. And then? Perhaps sleep would be in order...

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