Edward looked through the hunt magically, looking for a nice victim. He wanted someone who was strong-willed, as weak-willed people were hardly anyone who was fun, though preferably someone already hurt as they would be easily to lure and quicker to break. He would want his errand-boy properly trained before the end of the day. Quickly scanning the seen, he seen the prefect subject. Well, possibly the prefect subject. He didn't really bother looking to hard, if this one wasn't right, he could always just throw him back into the hunt or give him to the cafeteria. He heard they had a bit of shortage anyways. 

However, he didn't wish to appear in the chaos of battle. So instead, he conjured in front of his soon-to-be foot-servant a very slightly and short dust devil like effect. A person, slightly wounded, leaning against a tree. (Azurial). Over the short dust devil was a soft blue light which projected a sound that said, "I can get you away from this hunt if you deserve, however I need your permission to help. Allow me to help you." that sound was that of the blue fairy, as Edward had a bit of sense of humor.
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Lyre shock her head no to the offer of the hunt. "I am sorry. Hunting those bags of flesh is not what I would call entertaining. And sorry to intrude, but how is Sarah? She appears to take an unusually long vacation." she said. She know the implication of that and that Sarah was probably up to something and that the Manager knew, however she knew it wasn't her place to know until it was her place to know. It might make for a fun story once it all said and done though. 

She then decided to sit on one of the chairs in the office to wait for further instruction. To help pass the time, she took out her instrument and gently and lightly plucked at its strings. It song it made was expertly preformed, as though she has played the lyre, if not her particularly lyre, for all her life, which she knew was over one thousand, though not much more than that.