It seemed that the lizan had a better memory of Kolonis than Kolonis had of the lizan. She'd hoped that her exit wouldn't have been too obvious, but then again, it wasn't very subtle. Just another side effect of everything going wrong when it came to the hero.

She gave a little sigh. Perhaps only she could be a peacemaker, one to bring some form of task to the group and give it haphazard unity. She doubted such an attempt would work, or that it would get anywhere, but if it bought her some means of being active again and putting her ultimate goals in reach, it was worth a try. "I suppose it doesn't matter. You can call me Kolonis." She pulled from one of her pockets a small assortment of runes, various shapes, sizes, and colors, all smaller than an inch wide, and began arranging them on her lap. "They're not getting anywhere, are they..." she muttered as she moved the runes in seemingly no particular order.