“Wonderful! Let’s be sure to go right away lest we have any more interruptions.” 

Marianne latched onto Hazel with a death grip. For the first time, the fire user would finally experience the gripping, albeit painful touch of the dark mage. The Corpse Collector began to pull her new subject with her in exiting the now completely charred tent.

Along the way, she politely greeted each person that decided to stick their heads in other people’s business with a smile and a death threat. Said death threat was spoken in the brightest and most courteous tone she could manage. After all, she couldn’t forget her manners.

“Good morning to you all. Ah, I’ll be sure to take all of your eyes once you eventually perish in battle. Until then, please maintain healthy body regulation so that your organs can be in pristine collection when I study them tonight. Farewell for now.”

Humming to herself, the dark mage continued her happy trek. Funny. For some reason everyone seemed to avoid putting their tents near her own.