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Melaena's ears and attention perked as the conversation continued to flow til the woman turned in a gloomy demeanor now - prideful exterior gone, merely ripped to pieces. This woman - Xandra, was it? - was looking for her former ward? Why? How? Since when?

Watching the sullen expression of the blond woman as she slumped her shoulders and walked towards what was left of a mess of a door, the red head called out, "Wait!" She took several steps forward. "Don't go just yet! If you could, I have some questions as well! Who was your master? Did he know of Aleister - how much? How did they meet - or did they ever? Why would he ask you to come find him in his will?"

She couldn't help the sudden bomb of questions coming from her mouth. She always knew that he had been known by several people, seeing as he had connections, met strange people. Practiced necromancy. "Why haven't you been able to find him?" Her fists were grasped tightly near her body and held the red strings as if in reassurance. The strange people who also practiced Necromancy had known him and came to their village. Why wasn't she able to find him? He'd always been there - but not for her?

A reasoning of conductive and analytical thinking kept prodding at her mind, but she cast it aside. Melaena much rather preferred that this mysterious woman answer them herself, rather her mind doing so for her. The white hooded girl added as an afterthought from realizing that she suddenly spoke up with that loud outburst, head tilting downward and shoulders slightly slouching. "I-if you wouldn't mind my asking.. that is." The whisperings and mumbles were still continuing.