"Seventy-four? Well, it'll do," Euphemia said. She wasn't sure how she felt about that number, it was a fair distance from a hundred. After some thought, she decided that it was close enough for her. "Shall we go, then? Stay close, remember."

She clasped her hands together, giving a sweet smile to her companions. Then her eyes closed, and her face twisted to concentration. Suddenly, without any warning for the others, she used her magic. To anyone who was watching, it would just look like they had just disappeared instantly. But it is a little more complex than that. Bending the light in such a way with such detail is a lot more work than it seems.

It is easy to create a bad illusion. It is difficult to create a good one, one that would fool people from a fair distance away. Making a perfect one, that is indistinguishable from reality, is something else entirely. But the Dalraans strive for perfection, and Euphemia is no exception. So, through years of relentless practice, the flawless illusion of invisibility had been carefully crafted. When Effie opened her eyes, and looked down, there was absolutely nothing there.

Of course, that only meant she had done a good job. It was a little disorientating, having yourself disappear. Everything was still there, but it didn't look that way. With her apparent absence and her silent footsteps, she began to make her way past the policemen, trying to keep an eye on her companions. Well, at least where her companions should be. Any slip-up, no matter how minor, could mess the whole thing up. She was a Dalraan, and she did not make mistakes.

Truth be told, she was a little nervous about what exactly investigating a crime scene entailed, but that was overshadowed by a morbid curiosity. It couldn't be that bad. Effie was sure she could handle anything that came up, and after all, she wasn't alone.

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