Overcome with curiosity, Elise made no effort to hide her stare at Minimalist. From what popular rumour had it, the Durin were a decadent ill-mannered people, more intent on drunkenly wasting away their lives away then providing any good for the world. Now, Elise had long learnt to discard any broad generalities; such often were often manufactured by some faction or another of the nobility to further their own agendas after all. Yet his attitude...she would not come to conclusions just yet.

Tearing her gaze off the Durin, Elise instead put her mind on the tent. Few nations held interest in regions so remote as Hisn-ul-Zahra, even the most likely candidate of Columbia had little incentive-

Elise's eyes narrowed as she dredged up conversations from her memory. The demons. While her own battles against the otherworldly things were spent knee-deep in snow, she had heard stories of contingents being deployed far south of Ursus, to the Foehn Hotlands. So far south in fact, that it was just directly south of Sargon. Perhaps it was to do with the Collapsals? Yet that made little sense, even in the far north the capacity in which the Sargonians held the demons at bay were highly respected. There were even rumours that the Facerending Liches originated from Sargon, though there was little evidence to back that claim. More likely was that whoever had set up operations here was seeking the same artefact that Elise was tasked to destroy, which was a problem to say the least. 

"[color=#8b0000]Oh? They packed up so quickly?[/color]" Tilting her head as she faced Baltasar, then Aoife, Elise's mind raced. This tent was already getting more suspicious, and she hadn't even seen it yet. It would be crucial to move quickly and identify as much as possible then. Plastering a lackadaisical smile on her face, Elise's eyes glided across her fellow Operators. "[color=#8b0000]Clearly they fear us, we must make haste![/color]"