*A lithe figure watches the storm from a perch in a semi-large tree, that is seemingly untouched by all the crazy shit that's happened the past 58 pages. Underneath her cowl she frowns at the familiarity, although it isn't what she thinks it is. She pulls her cloak closer to her chest with one hand, and clutches at a large item wrapped in a material similar to her cloak with her other, then jumps down several metres at a time, landing on branches that are in her way, until she finally lands on the ground. With one hand still holding her cloak, she start making her way towards the disturbance, all the while the item wrapped in material glows a faded red, despite it heing wrapped in several layers.*