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[b][color=d19f6a]Location:[/color][/b] Inside Frost International
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Ed frowned. [color=d19f6a]"Ah, yes, the others were farther north of us when I checked at the Manor. Tracking is one of my specialties."[/color] He explained. Though as he said it he glanced at Mage and had a feeling that explaining that was unnecessary. He got a sardonic grin from Mage in response and knew that was what he was thinking. 

[color=d19f6a]"At the time,"[/color] He continued. [color=d19f6a]"It appeared to be two groups. One somewhere here in New York, while the other group was even farther north. If there is a quiet space that I can use I can do my spell again and see how where they might be now."[/color] The tension oozing off of Mary was setting Ed on edge. He did not want to be here much longer. He also wanted as few people from this group joining them as they progressed as possible. Especially considering who was in their group. 

At least it didn't seem the world exploded when two versions of the same person met. That was a time-travel thing, but it made him uncomfortable to be in the same room as Mage. 

Mage, himself, was standing quietly to one side of the room observing the gathering of people. Orange light emanated from his hand and he cast Prestidigitation to clear the glitter away. He seemed to only focus on the couch, not bothering to clear anything else away. [i][u]There you go Nightlock, you can sit.[/u][/i] The glitter on the floor stubbornly stayed.