Kire wasn’t sure why he looked dejected. Was it because of lack of skill, or something else? Was she asking for too much? Or was this other sorcerer hard to find? Either way, she should be lucky he even offered either option. “Rulitus. Well-met.” A habit, really, especially given the circumstances of their meeting. She’d have clasped his hand, otherwise. And she still wasn’t sure if the disappearing ability was the only weapon he had in his arsenal. “Akire. Just Kire.” She almost asked if the doll that had her face used her name as well. 

She walked over to the water to wash her face some more. “Let me get presentable first.” There was still dried blood all over her cuirass, so as quickly and efficiently as she could, Kire took it off to wash. The desert air was even chillier with just her tunic underneath. “Wouldn’t do to show up at their doorstep looking like murder, hm?” she muttered aloud, more to herself than him. “So. I’m still wondering. Does everybody around here know how to do the—I don’t know what you call it, that thing you do, disappearing into the darkness. Is this sorcerer adept at that?” 

Once she was ready, she put on the armor again, and walked over to the fire. “Are we going to look for that sorcerer friend then?”