Offering a deferring nod, one that also carried agreement, the tremendous and arcane beast set about on its way in pursuit of the young woman who had - as strange as it sounded - sought out death. This was not so much an ill omen as one might normally take it, life and death being parts of the cycle, but was made it problematic was that she had done so at all to one of its many faces. In short, who knew just what she was getting herself involved with? They needed all the assistance they could get, even if that meant only keeping her out of trouble throughout their journey; she as with the others all had proved they had some sort of uncanny talent.

It was not long before the supernatural accuracy of the cat's tracking talent found her for their pair, the equally unlikely duo finding her still in conversation with the small skeletal figure. The Harbinger at first thought to voice himself, but the curiosity of just what was going on before him led him to hold his tongue and only perk forward the cups of his ears. Granted some might say this would result in his death, almost assuredly with [i]death itself[/i] here, although that had no real affect on him. After all, satisfaction did bring him back.