Kire, too, was catching her breath; getting pulled into the shadows almost immediately after emerging from her own portal was a different kind of jarring than usual. “You won’t like it,” was the first thing she said once her head had stopped spinning. “They were in the middle of—burning [i]evidence.[/i]” She told him about the bodies being burnt, the runes hiding the inside of the building as well as any indication of what’s happening inside. “They said something about moving closer to the mines. I assume those are the ones Itallo owns.” Her lip curled in anger. “They said, ‘waste of flesh’, like these bodies were meat to be sold in market. Which they probably do to the slaves when blood magic isn’t involved. I was [i]this[/i] close to just murdering them.” Kire glanced back at the direction they had come from, looking like she had half a mind to following through. [i]Not yet. Can’t have the enemy alarmed this early.[/i] 

She breathed deeply, the smell of muck and rot miles better than the reek of burning inside the warehouse. “I wonder, though, why the subterfuge. If Itallo has total control, he wouldn’t bother hiding everything, right? The men don’t sound like they fully understand what this is all for, either.” She leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “What about you? Did you get him to say anything?”