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A sinking feeling grew in Echo's stomach, but there was nothing she could do about it now, not yet at least. She took the book from Snow and nodded her assent. "Sounds like a deal. Remove us from this sacred place. That foul thing isn't fit to see Bethmora." The last sentence was said with a notable sneer. "Then I shall summon Gruagach."

Echo put an index finger to her chin and examined Snow critically, "Though I must warn you he may try to fight his way free, and though he's an ugly cur, he is still a capable combatant. From my understanding, he has fought with Hellboy before and carries quite the grudge. And if he is with the man who has your brother, he probably knows who you are as well."

Letting out a laugh, Echo took out the food she had boughten from the Troll earlier, popping a burned orange into her mouth. "In my opinion, you should face him without my help, should he attempt to get violent. It would do wonders towards mastering your powers." Preparing herself for teleportation, Echo mused quietly, "And who will you choose to be, Princess Snow..."