[h2]Gilliam Dewitt[/h2]

No sooner had Bak started to push herself gingerly to her feet than a hand snaked down from the wall to gently hold her down. "You will do nothing of the sort, Mistress Bak." Said Gilliam as he climbed on four spider like appendages down the wall, his arm reeling in like fishing twine as he descended. As he stepped off the wall and surveyed the extensive damage that surrounded them he scowled, an expression that only deepened as he approached and saw the dreadful state Rurik and Bak had been left in. He had not only arrived to late to take part in what was obviously a grand battle, but his masters had appeared as though they had taken the brunt of the damage. He bent to examine Rurik's arm more thoroughly. For as much distaste he had of the man the nursemaid would be a windfall to have around right now, though Gilliam couldn't help but but be amused at the thought of him dealing with a post defeat Vittorio right now. 

He looked over his shoulder at the other gathering of people on this newly exposed floor, surrounding the girl that had...devoured the demon in the end. Devoured? Yes, Gilliam couldn't think of any other term for it. He almost got distracted by the thought of what she must have tasted like, all thoroughly tenderized and burnt as she was, but pulled himself back due to the seriousness of the situation. He saw Christine over with them, so they obviously weren't fighting one another. Still, it never hurt to be on guard.

He stood up and bowed to Bak and Rurik. "My deepest and most sincere apologies for my belated arrival. I'm afraid I was held up aiding Master Twinveil on the first floo-"

"You found Vittorio? Is he alright?" Bak asked excitedly. 

"He has already departed from this place. I can assure you, he is of sound a body as ever and is presumably expecting our arrival at any moment in the club room."

Bak let out a deep breath, a little of the worry leaving her body. 

"Don't bother expending what's left of your energy. Allow me to make up for my lackluster performance on this mission by handling things from here on out. Now, if you could direct me to Clara..."

Bak felt the worry flow right back in. She hadn't really seen what had happened to Clara in between sessions of becoming the worlds heaviest pinball. She'd just assumed that Clara was around somewhere, but her own look around the roof that proved not to be the case.

Where was Clara?

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