It had been a while since any sound had come from the living room, so, when a loud [i]thud[/i] came from the other room, it startled Victoria. She glanced up toward the doorway, then to Alex, before she strode across the kitchen to see what had happened.
	“Illyad?” she called, placing a hand on the doorframe. She looked around the living room until her gaze fell to the warlock. He looked as calm and collected as ever. “Is everything okay?” she asked slowly.

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	Nyaira stood on the sidewalk, the compass in hand. She glanced up to the tall apartment complex in front of her, the needle of her enchanted compass pointing directly to it.
	At long last, she had found where the girl was hiding. Nyaira closed the compass, the metal of it as cool as her skin. Unsure what to expect there, she sauntered across the street, her pace casual despite the ever cautious glances she cast about as she neared the complex. Her lips quirked up; somewhere inside there, she would find the prize she sought. As much as she hated not being back around the college to organize her part of the attack, she had to admit, the thrill of the hunt almost made it worthwhile.
	Inside the building, she pulled out the watch-turned-compass and followed it through the halls, growing ever nearer to her reward with each confident step she took.