[h2]Miina Malina[/h2]

… really? Just like that, she was gone? That was… okay, Miina hadn't been looking forward to engaging in a knife fight with a specialist, but she wasn't [i]super[/i] bad at it or anything, and magic did a lot of bridging! The Mystral stood, tail flicking in annoyance, until Rudolf could join her in trekking through the city towards the fading aetherial pillars. No prizes for guessing who was at the other end there, she supposed.

There was one detour the redhead forced into their path after confirming that she was unharmed and that whoever-it-was had been pretending to be Alambert – picking up that last bottle she had been saving for later, fortuitously stashed away far enough from the warehouse to be unaffected by anything sent flying by the explosion. Or caught up in the whole accidental fire that resulted. The contents only barely lasted the length of the journey.

Once assembled with the other Kirins, Miina's initial report was considerably brief: "F-Found Alambert. He was selling out to V-Valheim, so I tried to k-kill him, but it was actually some… L-Low Key woman that had replaced him? Exploded the warehouse to try and g-g-get away."

What else? Oh, right. "V-Valheim will be here in a few hours. Wake me up th-then."

Yeah, getting some sleep in sounded nice. Any flat surface would do.