“Okay,” Victoria said slowly. Whatever had happened, part of her was quite content with not knowing. She looked to the floor and made to turn back into the kitchen, when Illyad spoke again. Her attention snapped back to him.
	“What?” she breathed. “Who?” She startled back when Alex ran into the living room, making her heart pound in her chest.
	Body tense and breath held, Victoria nodded at him, then hurried down the short hall to try and find a good spot to hide. After all, she was of little use against the supernaturals, and would likely only get in Alex and Illyad’s way.

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	After climbing a flight of stairs, Niayra stood in a long hall, the scent of humans saturating the area and overpowering almost everything else. She held the compass open in her hand, and gave each door a distrustful glance as she went. Though she had felt a mild resistance earlier, she had still managed to enter the area.
	Despite the thought that she could very well be walking into a trap with the few defenses she encountered to ward her off, her posture held a sense of bored ease as she sauntered in the direction the compass pointed. Finally, as she nearly passed one of the apartment doors, the needle swiveled to point to it. The faint smell of incense wafted to her from between the cracks in the door, alongside another familiar smell. Though it had been a while, the scent of that warlock Alex associated with was unmistakable.
	Ready to force the door open by any means necessary should it be locked, and with the reminder to herself she would need to watch out for any magical traps, Nyaira closed the lid to the compass, put it in a tight pocket, and entered the apartment.