Circe stayed close to Roland the whole trip to the industrial complex to maintain appearence. She thought of what could be causing such a disturbance, her and Roland had exhausted every creature book in the library trying to track down the murderer. Hopefully that knowledge could come into play here.

As they arrived at the derelict complex Yurius mentioned that what they were hunting was indeed here.Ceiran spoke up mentioning that Circe should shift to scout ahead, which were her thoughts exactly. Not waiting for their captains go ahead she shrunk down to a hummingbird. She flitted around getting her bearings straight and darted towards a broken window of the building.

When she entered the first thing she noticed was the stench, the smell of decay and droppings gagged the place. She shifted back to normal on a beam by the window. She concentrated a bit and her nose shifted into seemingly flat surface.

[color=f49ac2]"From hot babe, to Lord Voldemort."[/color] She said to herself, she didn't see the target any where nearby, but saw that the front door was booby trapped. She began searching quietly for a more suitable way in.