[hr][hr][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/230605/b188b8e9cb2b405065c58f91ded076a7.png[/img][hr][img]https://img.wattpad.com/4da7e0daabe10588deb52f83b681f31fa088dcd6/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7a306f535a66544e7a786d794a673d3d2d3534313839353735342e313531376561626538353665313466343237393931303634323031362e676966[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Nallore][@Trainerblue192][@PatientBean][@Blizz][@Kirah][@KazAlkemi][hr][h3][color=FF0000][b]Limbo[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa the Grey[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/db4f97a911c55834e8956c78fb0d486b.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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[hr][hr][/center]	Runa did not answer Klara's question about her age. Some things were better figured out by oneself. It would be good for Klara's development to not just have everything given to her. However, they would answer the question about the staff. It was a trivial matter, and they were somewhat surprised no one had asked yet about it, but there were more pressing things on everyone's mind. [color=#a81a75]"Mmm, thank you. It is made from the bones of my husband,"[/color] Runa said. She gave the bones an affectionate squeeze. Even now, she could feel the prickles of his innate power in them. The faintest specter of his spirit remained, long after Runa had killed him.

	They held their head still, as the others immediately were distrustful of the Lady Witchfire and her offer. Runa could not blame them. In their experience, everything had a price - there would always be a cost. However, they disagreed with their execution. Placing the Lady Witchfire immediately on the defensive was showing their hand. Over the eons, they had found that it was better to wait and to be still, rather than prompting a foe into escalation. 

	But the play was being made now - and so, Runa would play the next card. 

	[color=#a81a75]"It is a kind offer, my Lady,"[/color] Runa said, their old withered voice cutting through the conversation. [color=#a81a75]"As my companions have alluded to, we do have business here in Limbo. Stephen Strange was murdered - in this realm, it would appear,"[/color] Runa explained. [color=#a81a75]"As you are the Queen of Limbo, surely you must be able to find out who is responsible and see that this is made right?"[/color] There was the matter of Witchfire's resurrection to settle as well, but Runa figured they could begin here. 

	The Lady Witchfire exchanged a look with Sym, before nodding. The purple demon stepped back and moved around the table, headed for the entrance they had all come through. Witchfire then rose from her chair, looking at the assembled group thoughtfully. [color=fdc68a]"I see that there is significant distrust here,"[/color] Witchfire began. [color=fdc68a]"Perhaps that is my fault, for thinking that we could come to an understanding... But that was never going to happen."[/color]

	Witchfire paused. [color=fdc68a]"Was it, Jackass?"[/color] she asked. 

	Within the span of a few seconds, several things happened, in no particular order: 

1. More demons entered the room, surrounding the table. There was a demon for every sorcerer. 
2. Sym grabbed Edus' neck and twisted it with a [i]snap[/i], killing him instantly. 
3. Witchfire's form flickered, and suddenly, she was not the older blonde woman. Instead, she was Ananym. 

	[color=fdc68a]"We could've had so much fun together. Sucks that you have to die now,"[/color] Ananym complained, still speaking with the voice of October Crypt. She then grabbed Carolina's shoulder and a bright light flashed - [i]and the two of them were gone. [/i]