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Yōsei groaned, rubbing her shoulders tiredly as the quartet of travellers settled down for the night. She didn't know how long they had been travelling, she had stopped trying to keep track of time at some point. The four were alone, no other company than themselves. They hadn't been able to find Nadia or Asra or Portia and they most certainly hadn't been able to find the object of their search, Julian Devorak. It was rather depressing, travelling without human company, but she had Orochi to talk to and had learned to interpret Malak's screeches and Scout's barks and looks.
It was daunting, travelling this new world that had no concrete rules. They had many times found themselves in front of random floating doors, some of which were the door to her shop. If Scout deemed the door trustworthy to go through, they bunked there for the night, such as tonight where they were bunking in Yōsei's shop. It was nice, though it felt empty without Asra or the knowledge that Julian would be knocking on the door any minute, claiming devastating boredom. But, alas, the ever-travelling magician was nowhere to been seen and the melodramatic doctor was also MIA. As she layed back, head hitting one of the many pillows on her bed, she pondered. Pondered where the countess and her trusty handmaiden could be, pondered where Asra could have gone off to, and most importantly, she pondered where her lovable, self-sacrificial, leech-obsessed doctor had been taken. And as her eyes drifted shut, she could have sworn she felt the pull of magic leading her in to far off place.