Ciara dropped her cup when she heard the news of Rico's punnishment. The cup shatterd on the ground into a thousand pieces. Ciara sighed and cleaned up the pieces before walking towards the table, remembering her last run in with the south devision

''this can't be'' She said leaning on the table edge. The prospect of seeing her best friend leave to god knows where and return as some sort of brain washed witch hunter shook her to the core.

''we cannot let that happen, the man who rules the south devision is a cruel as Alruby. When I was with Moonlight Rose we alsway had run inns with these guys, and a lot of witched died'' 

With a sigh Ciara pulled herself together and made her tea in silince, she made two cups. One for Lucille and one for Botis.

''here you go, and Lucille do you have plan of some sorts or are you here to ask for our help?'' Ciara said