The paper man felt as light as a feather and seemed so delicate that a strong breeze could blow it away... and yet it was warm to the touch, with strange pliability to its paper surface. Magic was truly a strange thing. Standing at about four inches tall, the Record-Hunter could easily fit in the palm of your hand. The familiars have a degree of inquisitiveness to them, and they seem to study their owners as much as their owners study them. Balthazar's face was impassive as it was normally was, as Zatana examined it. "[color=#239C89]They have enough paper to function on their own-- though they'd certainly appreciate a piece of charcoal, or some ink and a quill if you wish to provide it.[/color]" Blood would do in a pinch, though Balthazar left that out. He would not order his Record-Hunters to delve into Zatana and Faira's things, but he had a feeling that they would do so anyway-- these familiars were not mindless constructs; they had minds of their own, and if scrounging through things in search of secrets brought them closer to their pursuit of knowledge, then there was not much he could do aside from outright forbiddance. "[color=#239C89]It would be best if you returned before daybreak; we may require your assistance in the attacks to come.[/color]" Balthazar told them. It would also be much more difficult to return to the city if they had arrived in the middle of the day, though not impossible. "[color=#239C89]If you finish your mission early, then head back-- I do not wish for either of you to be injured or worse.[/color]" He was certain that they would be fine so long as they were careful, but he had to watch for that external threat. This Orc invasion was strange, and Balthazar was certain that whatever it was, it was sure to cause complications in the future. It was imperative for the team to return without catching its attention-- if it knew that the Prince's agents were out in the field, then it would a great windfall in its favor, which was something the warlock could not allow. "[color=#239C89]Any other questions?[/color]" The man asked the assassin and the mercenary.