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Qantz-Farron was content with waiting and watching as Sera slipped into the building. If she was as professional as she professed herself to be, she should be able to manage risk well enough. And if she wasn’t? Then his concerns were unfounded. So he remained content with keeping his mouth shut and his ears alert, listening for any signs of violent conflict within the building.

Finn, however, was not.

The man’s gaze met the Adept’s, inscrutable for an instant. It was Vela, however, who spoke up first. Qantz-Farron let out a small chuckle, turning the palm of his free hand up in her direction. [b]“Well well, Lady Vela, who can say for certain? The Age of Dreams has distorted the definitions of ‘normal’ and ‘special’, after all, and I [i]had[/i] mentioned that the unique nature of this drug enabled one to find more of its kind. Considering the rarity of purebloods, however, it's safer to assume that those who [i]appear[/i] human rarely are, no?”[/b]

The crunching of glass drew his attention though, as he turned with deliberation towards the trio of individuals further down the alleyway. A different building, but perhaps one that was related to the one Sera had entered. Qantz-Farron drew in a breath, feeling for the influence of the leyline that slashed across Arskel, drinking deep of the ichor. And yet, he did not move from where he was.

[b]“I’ve demonstrated my talents, and Sera’s demonstrating her own. Lady Vela, shall we leave this to you?"[/b]