An ominous feeling settled over Fleo, one totally unassisted by Damian's summoning.  She found the brief mention of Edolas interesting, but from the succinct fashion in which her guildmate described it, there didn't seem to be anything more interesting about it.  There had been tales of alternate dimensions throughout the pockets of the magical world she had been acquainted with, and this Edolas seemed like nothing more.  Fleo did extend her well-wishes to her comrades trapped in this Edolas place, hoping that there were adequate Animas to bring them back safely.  She assumed that Animas were wizards, perhaps specialized in Territory magic.

Despite Damian's display Fleo felt not at all inclined to simply 'wait here'.  Her last guild had rated her an A-class wizard, even if she had modestly insisted that it was giving her too much credit.  Who was this guy to order her around?  Making up her mind, she followed in his wake, her dusty feet making no sound on the guild hall's floor.  When Jamie began to speak, however, she balked.  If the guild master spoke with such sincere dread, this Angelica woman he addressed could be nothing short of a monstrosity.  Fleo held a hand up, palm facing the ceiling, and dust began to gather among the bandages.  As she did so, she moved away until she was out of the way of the door, anticipating it to erupt into a shadowy explosion any second.