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In the palace of Thraewyns only a lone owl sitting on a beam near the ceiling witnessed Raelia walking a circle on the stony floor of her chamber, gathering her strength. Through the vat of vision Raelia had tracked down the demon she had sent to find out the fate of Strutto and his troops. She could have used spells to teleport there herself, but such magic required much preparation and sending a minion was a much quicker way to do it – not to mention much less exhausting, even though using the vat of vision also put a great strain on her powers. Almost in desperation she had fervently tried to find something in the vision, anything to help her control Firnaraee now that it had been awoken without any proper preparations. The demon had searched the bodies of the defeated goblins and with its unearthly powers had tried to find out what was this faint but very intriguing aura that still lingered there on the site. It had almost faded already but the demon had found its trail. Before she had needed to stop and rest for a while she had also seen the trail had lead straight to the forest. Raelia smiled. There was something – or someone – that she would need. Need desperately, even. She took a deep breath. Enough rest for now; back to the vat and back to the chase.