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Jorma meandered around, munching on her shaved ice until it completely melted and she had to drink the rest. Where in Hell had Baltor gone? Surely that little witch girl didn't have the power to travel too far? Jorma turned down a shaded alleyway and took a seat on a doorstep. It was much too hot for this. Not only was Baltor gone, that woman and her hissing servant had vanished as well. Sir Pent, what a ridiculous name. At least Baltor sounded a little classy. Jorma took this time to reevaluate her objectives. The first priority was to find the Kishin soul she had originally come to Egypt for. Devouring that soul would give her a delicious boost of power, in more ways than one. While pure souls were definately the tastiest, devouring Kishin souls also increased her power level and they tasted very good, plus she could manipulate their abilities to use as her own, to a certain extent. Then she would begin her search for Baltor, if the silly fool didn't turn up before that. Jorma could sense that he wasn't anywhere in the area and that upset her a little bit.