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The magierprinz accepted the book, running his fingers over it carefully as he tried to examine it for some sort of arcane trap.  A quick spell for detecting magic however suggested the demon's intentions had been honest, and the book was simply holding a small trace of extradimensional magic lingering as a remnant.

Swen listened to the devil's words, simply nodding in response.  At this point, anything he said could probably go badly but his mounting curiosity made him wonder what the change was.  The moment she left though, the Prince found himself absorbed in the subject of the 'boring fox', finding himself engrossed in the pages and studying them intently.  Anything else could wait in the face of knowledge.

Taking out his recording device, the book was promptly copied and placed back into it's proper place.  A few seconds later and plenty of resisting temptation to run his hands through every tome in the room he emerged from the restricted section with a deep breath of relief.

Well, at least he was alive.  Hopefully the puppy was alright too, although she was a pretty hardy one in all.  Soon enough, the librarian and Eith were spotted together, the dog obviously having been laid to rest in a small set of chairs.  A second breath of relief left him, which resulted in him blinking a few times.

Had he honestly been a little worried about her?  Soon she'd be eating through his budget again, so if something were to happen to the puppy it would largely be good riddance.

Approaching with a deep sigh, he gave the puppy a quick few pets on the head just to ensure she was properly irritated.  [color=gray]"Puppy.  Your warning was incredibly literal, and Devil-Woman wanted to give you her greetings as well."[/color]  Starting to walk away, he turned back to her with a quick spin.  [color=gray]"And [b]I'm[/b] feeling hungry, so I'll be going somewhere to eat.  Now come along."[/color]

Perhaps he was being a bit snappy, but he couldn't help it.  Swen felt completely irritated at his situation.

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... eventually the mundane had drifted into the fantastical.  The kitten saw her mistress get eaten by a kraken, baked by a dragon, and abducted by pirates that she had been hunting.  And in all of these, Maoin found herself incapable of helping her.  Helpless.

And by whatever manner dreams formed, her lady used her final breaths to inform her how weak, pointless, and undeserving she was to be anyone's familiar as an assassin that she had failed to notice plunged a dagger through the back of her owner's throat.  [color=darkslateblue]"MISTRESS!"[/color]  The kitten screamed loudly, instinctually struggling against some unnoticed force in a futile attempt to save the world's most precious gem.

It took her a bit of time to notice she was struggling against the dragon's arms, and being petted.  And that she had just been dreaming.  Wiping her face up with a single arm, the cat looked towards Lady Sorcha with a frown, obviously spooked.  [color=darkslateblue]"La-Sorhca?"[/color]  The powerful familiar was taking care of her with a sense of calmness and security that brought forth such great respect.

Then Maoin's expression changed to something more stern.  This dragon was possibly her only ticket to getting answers and preventing such tragedies from occurring.  She needed this dragon to trust her, she needed the headmistress to trust her.  And they wouldn't trust some emotional familiar with such information.  

After all, many emotions were just weakness and failures.  They had gotten her kicked out and ridiculed after all.

[color=darkslateblue]"I'm fine."[/color]  Unless the dragon resisted, the kitten stood up in the most business-like fashion possible, dusting her dress off with the palms of her hands.  [color=darkslateblue]"We meet here tomorrow morning, Lady Sorcha?"[/color]

Maoin's eyes suddenly had a sense of sternness, pride, and ... deadness to them.  But it was a façade, one that any experienced person would likely notice.  Beneath her certainty was a sense of suppressed worried and panic, and her head was perspired with small beads of sweat expressing her nervousness.

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Fia had followed Livia and the strange woman to the bathhouse, disrobing and preparing to step in next to the headmistress to what would probably amount to being an incredibly through scrubbing.  The room was a slightly uncomfortable reminder of the tower and stirred a slight panic in her, but she forced herself to suppress it.

She placed a foot into the water, preparing to get herself ready for the torment when suddenly she froze.

Any sense of peace in the bathhouse was suddenly broken as the crimson haired girl sprinted around the room, looking for an exit as if she were a trapped animal.  She stopped in front of a door for a few seconds, and tried to open it in a furious rage but was somehow so far gone that she was incapable of figuring it out.

Trapped.  Again.  Like an animal.

Falling to her knees in front and pounding a single fist against the sturdy object several times, the teenager eventually moved over to a small alcove in the wall, curled herself up, and cried while murmuring things in some archaic version of greek.

If anyone approached her, they would find her suddenly attempting to escape as she would try to flee to another corner of the room.