[h3]The Duchy of Zerul, by a road in southwest[/h3]
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Jaelnec almost went immediately to offer Thaler his guidance in getting to the clearing across the trees, but unsurprisingly Olan - always eager to help and much closer to her as he was - took her hand before the squire had even moved from the spot.
"This way," he said, leading her by the hand and gesturing for Jaelnec to show him the way. Jaelnec started to make to retrieve the donkey and raven instead, but discovered that the two of them were already heading their way. The raven made a hoarse noise that almost sounded impatient, as though it was hurrying them along. Weird...
The walk was short and quick, and soon the three of them arrived to find Aemoten, Etakar and their new acquaintances just where the young Nightwalker had left them.
"We're here," he said, more for Thaler's benefit than to announce their arrival to the ones already occupying the area. Stopping near where he had left Aemoten and Domhnall, with Olan and Thaler not far behind him, he gestured at the older Nightwalker and the Daywalker, indicating them to Domhnall and Iridiel. "This is Olan... well, just Olan, I guess," he shrugged, unsure how to introduce the ageless man. "And this is Thaler, apprentice in the Knighthood of the Will."

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[h3]Zerul City, the Drunken Dove[/h3]
"If you don't want to talk, we're not going to force you," the blue-haired sister assured them, patting the air with a weary smile, even as her masked sibling started hobbling her way after I'on, heading to their private room without even bothering to check if they were following. "We don't really have any authority over you, anyways, and whoever you are or whatever you've done to make those guards decide to dump you on us, we don't care. The deo'iel don't enforce laws or hunt criminals, we hunt [I]monsters[/I]." She sighed. "But if you're telling the truth about meeting who you said you met, I think it'd be a good idea if we talked... or you could end up getting a whole lot of people killed, including yourselves."
The blue-haired demonspawn turned to leave as well then, following her sister as they headed to their private room - which was on the ground floor, just a few doors down the hallway they were heading for - to hopefully make these people realize just why them having met the Fixer was such a big deal. [I]The Fixer never spares a witness,[/I] she thought sadly, thinking about the deo'iel she had heard had met the Grand Master's nefarious right-hand man, most of whom were dead now. [I]He only ever saves them for later.[/I]

As she walked, her gaze fell on her sister's shrouded form in front of her, and she felt her heart grow heavy with sadness at the same time as it was warmed by the fondness she felt for her. Many people - most, probably - would be surprised to know that such a thing was even a part of a demonspawn's emotional repertoire in the first place, but she loved her sister dearly, and she knew that her sister - at her core, deep beneath the corruption of her demon blood - loved her as well. The two of them had always been together, right from the day of their birth, and everything they had done, they had done as partners.
Joining the deo'iel had been the masked sister's idea, and the blue-haired one had been fiercely against it, citing that their mother - their [I]real[/I] mother, not the Dread Mother - would be against it as well, if they told her. But the masked one had convinced her, eventually, that they had to do something; that simply hiding in some remote place at the edge of the world would not do anyone any good, least of all themselves. She wanted to make a difference and prove that even demonspawn could make the world a better place, if only they received the right guidance and support, and if only they had someone they loved to lean on when times got hard.
People who looked at her sister only saw the monster she had become, though... which saddened her immensely. They saw how her form had been twisted and her mind made wicked by the use of her demon-power, but never stopped to think what it really meant. Other demonspawn made the decision not to use their abilities to avoid corrupting themselves, to avoid becoming progressively more evil until they lost themselves to the sinister essence of Himyth within them, but her sister decided to use her power to hunt the dangerous ones, the ones that did not care who they hurt or killed, or whether they tainted themselves by tapping into the infernal power of their blood. She sacrificed herself to the evil within so that she could protect others from evils with less restraint... and one day, when she could no longer control herself - or no longer cared enough to control herself, rather - her blue-haired sister [I]had[/I] to be there. She had promised her sister years ago that when that day came, she would kill her. Only she could do it; no one else had the power to kill her sister.
She had not exaggerated much when she had she had warned the masked demonspawn against destroying the city; though she probably - hopefully - would not be able to do so simply by letting her emotions trigger her power or losing her cool for a second, there was no doubt that the masked sister was capable of such a thing. If she put her mind to it, she could probably wipe the entirety of Zerul City from the map within a few minutes; reduce it to rubble, shift the entire area into the sea, letting it be swallowed by the ground... The masked sister's power was enormous and terrifying, which was what made it so vital that Gaath was not allowed to sneak up on them, especially if he got to both of them; that would very likely make him nearly invincible.
Luckily, her sister was not so far gone yet that she would do such a thing; in fact she did not think that her sister would even kill a single innocent, if it could at all be avoided. And the second such was not true anymore...