Whizzle leaned on the railing of the building's second floor thinking where he should go after safely getting away from the hazard library, the [i]borrowed[/i] tome balanced on the top of his head as he looked downward and saw Meira marching with a bloodied sword and hands. She looked upset, which he took as an invitation.

"Oh, that's a familiar looking sword, did you partake in a pre-dinner robbing?" he said.