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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=E3485D][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis[/right][/sub][/color][hr]
[color=E3485D]“As I said.”[/color] 

The red-haired girl sighed, unclipping her sheath from her belt as she closed her eyes while using her sword as a magical compass of sorts. 

Pythia was both informally and formally trained in magic, talented far above the others who had lived their lives as royal exiles in the small compound on the outskirts of the kingdom many years ago. As a child, as long as she had her foci, she could find even the tiniest needle in the largest haystack. As dense and as large as the Ifrise Forest was Pythia knew it would be a challenge come enough time and concentration. A surge of energy soon began to envelop Pythia's sword, despite it still being sheathed in its rather ordinary sheath. With a large spark at the tip of the sheathed black the swordswoman gently moved with the waves of mana in the air as if she was recognizing each far out magical node and pylon buried between the magically dense forest they found themselves searching through.

[color=E3485D]“We do not need bait to find the source.”[/color] She commented before she re-opened her eyes. [color=E3485D]“Get your bearings. Tell me when you're ready.”[/color] 
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