Dianna stepped out of the plane, thanking the pilot kindly for his work. She adjusted the strap on her bandolier and thumbed the daggers on her hips, hidden from all eyes except hers with the help of a little enchantment. Ms. Muffins II stepped out alongside her, taking her rightful place at Dianna’s feet. She meowed, for the first time since they had started their flight. She was a good little travel companion, always quiet when the situation called for it. 

It was their first team effort, and Dianna was not one to disappoint. She could lay low all she wanted, in casual street clothes that Wise One would probably disapprove of. She hadn't seen the others in two days, and in that time she had prepped new potions and practiced her magic. 

[color=89fdc5]“Germany. Lovely place indeed, yes, folks here know me well.”[/color] She giggled mischievously, referencing her times slaughtering the innocents on the streets in Germany. Her eyes gleamed with nostalgia as she remembered the romp she and Ms. Muffins had here.