[h3]Zerul City, the Drunken Dove[/h3]
The blue-haired demonspawn stared intently at Ixion as he spoke, seeming extremely interested up until the point where he stated that his most recent clue was a month old, and placed Gaath in the opposite end of Rodoria. Once she realized that he had no information more recent than that, she was evidently disappointed.
"When we say that Gaath gained the ability to conceal his aura from us recently," she clarified demurely as he hand seemed to rise to her hair on its own accord, seize a tuft of it and start pulling it anew, "we mean that we were able to track him by his presence until just a couple of days ago. We are not in Zerul by chance; we [I]know[/I] that he's either been here, or is still here." She sighed. "He's going to be impossible to find at this rate. He's killing more and more rarely, and with the power to shapeshift and disguise his presence..."
"He could be anywhere," the other deo'iel commented grimly.
Her sister nodded her head. "We have no choice but to leave and report our failure, then, so other deo'iel can be sent to track him. Ones that aren't demonspawn." She shook her head in resignation. "He can sense us, but we can't sense him, and we can't risk him stealing our powers. Especially my sister's."

"I have one more question," the shrouded demonspawn said, stopping her blue-haired sister who was about to walk away. She nodded at Ixion, then cocked her head right. "I have to know how you got that wound on your shoulder. It almost looks like a fire-cut..."