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Éliane had found being in her disguise thoroughly unpleasant. Although she had not removed it in the hideout out of prudence, from the way that she fidgeted in place at her seat, it was clear that she was looking for any excuse to get out of her mottled brown cloak and to properly suit up in uniform with the full array of her weapons. 

So when Izayoi strode into their safehouse with purpose, she immediately stood up, picking up on her demeanor. The moment she saw the Valheimian insignia hit the floor, the pink-haired Skaeller immediately scowled. “Of course it’s those bastards. They have their hands in everything!” Exclaiming in exasperation, her expression quickly turned almost feral. 

“No more excuses now, then?” Not waiting for a response, she was already moving towards her weapons, gladly accepting her pack tossed at her by Galahad with an appreciative nod. Whether it was one or all of them, Éliane was going to take any excuse to deal with the grovemaster problem. 

“The sounds of fighting will do,” she agreed as she threw off her cloak, stripping before slipping into more appropriate gear. “I won’t be hard to find.” Belting her weapons on, she mulled over the Edrenian’s words before nodding as well, checking her guns one last time for their condition. “In that case, Rudolf will need to split too to cover Miina and Esben. I’ll head to him.”