The figure stood up, the action had finally calmed down and so has the voice inside her mind. The woman needed to know who is the closest thing to an authority this small army has. It seemed quite obvious from what seemed to be their instructor, but there was always a possibility that she was wrong. His voice was confident, and somewhat callous at first, but that was shortly remedied after he voiced his opinion of the proteges. Many of the other voices she heard were either eager or nervous about the training they would receive. A few others stood out, like the calm, earnest boy and the hot-blooded but cheerful girl, but many were drowned out by the sounds of the ensuing battle. Now that it was over, though, she wished not to pry upon their conversations any longer. For someone not wishing to partake in such a rude activity like eavesdropping, it was ironic that her demon would grant her the ability to hear long-distances. Though such a thing seemed almost intentional, as the demon was very loud, vocal, and obnoxious about his observations. It was as if he bonded with the woman just to annoy her.<br/><br/>The figure picked up the cane that was resting at her side, then proceeded to slowly step over the edge of the building. The winds swirled around her, providing resistance and slowing her descent from the rather tall building, the long fall ending with a graceful landing.<br/><br/>"Tiresias," the woman began to speak. "Whom was the one that was training them? The one with the strong voice?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The purple one!</span>the demon known as Tiresias repeated,<span style="font-style: italic">The purple one!</span><br/><br/>"Purple? When you mentioned it, I didn't think you were talking about a person."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The purple, it's him! He's the purple!</span><br/><br/>"Then lead me to this Sir Purple, then."<br/><br/>The cloaked figure began to traverse the alleyways between the buildings, her cane sweeping about and banging against the walls of the structures. The voice in her mind echoed the directions, weaving between the buildings until she could reach the training session of the small army. It was somewhat hard to focus on her surroundings with a grating voice telling you the which way to go, but she managed to finally reach her destination without bumping into anything. She didn't wish to approach the group instantly, so she lingered until there was a point she could interject. She could hear the mighty flap of wings, much larger than a simple bird. Some of the abilities their demons have granted them seem odd, as she imagined the man with more features of a bird than a human. Though, that would typically be one whom was completely dominated by a demon, and these hunters seem to retain their sanity. Twas still an amusing thought nonetheless, and right on schedule she heard the man referred to by the woman as Sir Purple inquire about other shelters. It was almost as if the woman knew that such a thing would occur right at this moment.  She began her approach, slowly she proceeded to close the distance between her and Sir Purple as not to startle the other hunters.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," she began to address the purple instructor, "I am Adeline Reynolt. If it is not improper of me to address you at this moment, I would like to inform you that I happen to contain information on one such 'hide-out.' If you will allow me," she continued, "a small group of hunters and demons reside in a place northeast of here. I can take you there, if you so wish."<br/><br/>The abruptness of her appearance and her coincidental timing seems quite suspicious, but if she were a silencer, she wouldn't attempt to go into the center of a large group of hunters by herself. That doesn't make her seem any more trustworthy, but she hoped they would at least hear her out. They have no reason to kill her immediately, at least.