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Gabrielle recoiled, stepping away from the Huntress's violent tone. Oddly enough it sort of offended the undead Dark Elf, though she didn't let it show, instead grabbing the mutant's hand and letting the ball of healing energy engulf it. Within seconds the Lebeau girl's hand began to heal itself, sutures forming out of pure magic and knitting the flesh back together. In less than a minute Gabrielle's hand was as it had been before it was sliced open.

"We all have our own unique scars, dear, it's how we react to them, and attempt to fade them that truly matters. Scar tissue simply doesnt hold up as well as normal tissue. I can't return you in a worse state than I found you, tis simply poor etiquette." Akshasha waved a hand in front of her face, as if dismissing a notion as foolish.

The place smelled of Lebeau, truly, but it was hard to tell who. Remy, Renee? Mayhaps both... Either way the scent is old, they're long gone from this place, but... A few trails branched out from here. Indeed the mutants in question had came and left this place more than a few times. "Huumm...."

"One of your kine WAS here... but it seems no longer. Just how far removed were you from familial issues? The trail smells quite old at this point. At this rate I'm going to need to speak with th-the Primogen." The Vampire shuddered at the thought of speaking with the 'Elders.' Such was the title given to the oldest Vampires who served the Prince, even though she came from another planet and was, in fact, much older than the children playing at seniority on this Hell-hole. My sire would make this whole thing seem as child's play. If only he were here...

Akshasha shook off the thought, turning back to her companion and trying to keep the hunger on her mind hidden, "She's not here, neither your sister nor her... um... companions.... er, Childe?" The last word formed oddly in her mouth, being too similar to the word Kindred ascribed to the newly-turned Vampires, and entirely reminding her too much of the centuries past where she was but a Childe. "Lebeau blood's scent trail spreads out too much. Did your father used to frequent this joint, perhaps your sister's lover, or even children of hers? I'm not working with HER blood, and as such i'm uncertain in saying this, but some of these scents don't.... quite... add up." The Huntress frowned, stymied for the first time in ages. Did I get in over my head?