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As Zuu soars through the air, she pulls a relic of he past from the satchel on her hip: an angelic white robe made especially to accommodate wings. She says a short chant in something that sounds like the language of the angels, as well, though instead of reminding one of a softly bubbling creek as the Angelic tongue does, it brings images of sludge draining from a pipe, every syllable harsher and more grating. As she chants, the color of her wings and hair change to a lovely golden hue, as they were before she turned. She alights on the ground as she pulls the robes over her black vampiric garb and pulls the hood over her head to conceal her face, starting into the city. Those who still wander the streets at night marvel at her beauty, and reach out to touch her, believing it will bring them good fortune. Zuu can't help but grin. What fools.

Eventually she arrives at the guard tower, where the city military leadership stays. "I must speak with the Guard Captain."she says in her most innocent voice, "We have much to discuss."
"Yes, ma'am." responds the guard as he opens the heavy oaken door. Mental persuasion and a respect for what Zuu was posing as helped her greatly. She wanders upwards in the tower until she reaches the Guard Captain's quarters, and she begins to sketch something on the door with her claws. A rune of some sort, it looks like...very jagged and very dark. This would not turn out well for the Captain...