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For something that she was expecting it was surprising how little she accomplished. It was like reliving the battle against Brother Wolf's crew, herself just struggling to even keep even one person alive while people are cut down left and right. All these fatal wounds looked like easy fixes for someone who was on the scene but where was she? A question she herself struggles with.

She had helped keep one person alive, admittedly they stood against an overwhelming opponent but what more she could of done still lingers in the back of her mind.

For someone who was a doctor and a binder by profession she sure was terrible at her job.

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[i]Meanwhile during Trypano's interview.[/i]

[color=crimson]"So that brings us to present time."[/color] She finished her recollection of the combat. [color=crimson]" I note that some of the culprit's were killed before they could be interrogated. If at all possible I would be interested in investigating the corpses to determine the nature of their deaths."[/color]

Zihan's eyes narrowed. [color=f6989d]"It was a classic coverup imposed from above, but with extremists like these, I'd be surprised if they [i]weren't[/i] prepared to die for the cause."[/color] She gave nothing away about her suspicions of this abnormally tall woman. If she was, indeed, working with the enemy, then it was a queer choice to employ someone who stood out so profoundly - who, by her very nature, was likely to draw undue amounts of suspicion. The Lieutenant shook her head. truth be told, she did not actually trust their own Red Menders, and the Watchful Eyes were known to be secretive. This could be a worthwhile test of loyalty and she could slip someone into the coroner's after hours easily enough. There was one problem. 

[color=f6989d]"Translator,"[/color] she said in Retanese, [color=f6989d]"leave us. My Avincian will suffice for this conversation."[/color] The mousy-looking woman bowed and removed herself immediately. Zihan lowered her voice, switching to a tongue she seldom used. [color=f6989d]"I be honest wiss you,"[/color] she began, [color=f6989d]"You will get ze attention. I will like to work wiss you, but you need some...."[/color] She struggled to recall the word. [color=f6989d]"Illumion?"[/color] No, that wasn't right. [color=f6989d]"...Illustion?"[/color]

[color=crimson]"Ah, you mean some form of magical obfuscation so I can move undetected. Yes, that would be useful. Unfortunately none of the other students invited here are particularly skilled illusionists as far as I'm aware, nor do I believe they could execute a stealth mission consistently."[/color] It was an honest assessment of their qualities. With this group in particular subtlety was not their strong suit. The very fact that she's detected Yalen liberally using command magic, a closely kept secret of the church, was evidence enough of that truth.

[color=crimson]"The only method I have of moving around hidden, more or less, would be this substance I was sold by a vendor in this city."[/color] She presented the powder to Zihan. [color=crimson]"I know from practice that it is difficult to enact magic upon a subject with high RAS as the manas will contest outside influences. Either the killer struck from the outside, was so much stronger that their inherent protections couldn't resist it or there was something placed inside that detonated from within."[/color] She listed each possibility for her consideration. [color=crimson]"Given the nature of the ovoid device Yalen discovered It's a possible consideration that something of a similar make could have been used to silence the prisoners."[/color] 

Zihan took a moment to examine the small jar. She nodded and returned it. [color=f6989d]"I do not know what you saying. Afince is not to my first language, but zis is guǐ huā - ghost flower. It will to work."[/color] She then listened to Trypano's further analysis, unable to make very much sense of it, but she picked up on a handful of key words. It was not necessarily safe to use a translator. [color=f6989d]"Yes,"[/color] she more or less guessed, [color=f6989d]"Zis is ze big problem. Maybe he is too strong. Maybe zere is some ozer way. I not to know. 1:00 late zis night. You come ze station, back door, wiss ze blue light."[/color] She put on a big smile and made a show of some quick pleasantries before the separated.

[color=crimson]"1:00 past midnight. Understood."[/color] Seeing as her words came across largely piecemeal she kept her response brief, bidding her farewell and returning to the central room.

It was a plan. Not terribly sophisticated or airtight but something more than nothing.

Or it was a setup. No gain without risk after all.
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After they were finished she was returned to the main room where they waited until everyone had given their testimonies. From there they were told they would be waiting until tomorrow to head down to the constabulary tomorrow to follow up on the investigation.

She simply listened on to what the others had planned. Her task was to keep them alive after all and in order to do that she needed to be aware of where they were in the first place.

Which is why it was [i]super convenient[/i] for both Kaurera and Rikard to announce they would be going in separate directions. Great.

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