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[Ceinwyn ab'Arawn]

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Where are you, Church, old boy, Where are you hiding...

Ceinwyn stood, staring into a globe of Sosaria.

"Show me Sanctus."

The globe darkened, fading Trammel from sight and unfading to reveal Malas. Then it rotated left, bringing Sanctus into her view. She looked at the markers she had placed there to represent Blackguard, the hostel, and various other Sanctian buildings.

A shame it wasn't enchanted to reveal places she had never been. Then she would have that damned lich. And his overpowered imp, Beleth.

She grumbled to herself, irritably.

What were you thinking, lich. To come with an offer such as that? Pathetic. You knew those terms were unacceptable. And next time, you won't escape so easily...

Umbra had proven empty. Caina, as well. Skyfire was right, the isle of fire was very likely. Dallben had a holding there. She wondered if she might make use of it. The cabal was an ally, after all.

So, to begin the sweeping of the isle.

"Show me the Isle of Fire, Felucca."

The globe faded and unfaded, revolving to bring the island into sight. Her marker for the Demon Temple, and for Blackrock, Cear's dwelling, glided into view. Her scouts would soon begin to search the isle.

She stood there, on top of the Sepulcher, studying the landscape of the island on the globe. In her hand, she clutched the marker she had crafted to represent the lich's domain when they located it. Eventually, she knew, they would find the place.

She only wondered what the circumstances would be.