<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px">Anastasia walked over until she was stood beside the woman. She took a moment to look back at the swamp as if by looking at the marshy wetlands she might recall a memory or a shred of familiarity.<br/>
She felt nothing.<br/>
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She glanced at the detective with her violet gaze, wondering why the label of guardian had bothered her. Essentially that was what they aimed for, guard the thin line between humans and supernaturals, of course, there were other aspects. At times, the killing was part of the job, they came across some nasty supernaturals that needed to be dealt with. The conclave had its fair share of bad mages, sorcerers and sorceresses that went too far, into black magic.<br/>
But the end goal was always the same, to protect. Anastasia</span>, however,<span style="font-size: 15px"> decided not to press the issue,<br/>
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Folding her arms she looked towards the dirt path and nodded "Of course, I just want to be able to speak to the conclave after, they might wonder where I am . . . they also might be able to undo the amnesia I seem to be suffering"</span>​</div>