<span style="color: #008000">"I am afraid I've never heard of Warclema. As my colleague told you, this is Bordertown. A sort of crossroads between worlds, if you will,</span><span style="color: #008000">"</span>Sha'irn told the robed man's shoulder. She didn't like his eyes, an extremely odd feeling for her.<br/><br/>She bowed politely to all the people present, before taking another look at the black cube in her hand. For such a robotic thing, it was strangely cute.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">"</span><span style="color: #008000">Let's take you to that power station, shall we?</span><span style="color: #008000">" </span>she cooed at it. Maneuvering her way expertly through the market goers - some with wings, others only as tall as her knees, some with hoofs and one gentleman with a tuba for a head - without looking a single one in the eye. She reached the building Tani had been pointing to; an assembly of uneven white marble blocks clumsily held together with some bright blue substance she preferred not to think too much about. Compared to how bright the marble shone in the sunlight, the alley right next to it was suspiciously dark. She put Orpheus down next to the plug and poked her head nervously around the corner.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What in the seven hells...?</span>At the far end of the alley, she could barely make out three shapes. Men, judging by the size of them. She pricked up her ears, confirming the faint gasping noises coming from the one who seemed to be on his knees. And...<span style="font-style: italic">Good gracious, is that Death?!</span>She couldn't be sure, but the incredibly tall, cloaked figure gave off an imposing aura. Also, hey, the scythe was kind of a dead giveaway.<span style="font-style: italic">Emphasis on dead.</span>The third figure seemed to be holding some sort of weapon. The faint sunlight behind him made it gleam from certain angles.<br/><br/>Sha'irn quickly withdrew her head. She had seen enough. She pressed herself against the wall beside the electric outlet, trying to breathe normally. She may have been an enforcer, but she was a small and frail one, and her only defenses were her eyes and a pair of fast legs. She looked at the cube on the ground and smiled somewhat shakily.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">"</span><span style="color: #008000">D-do you need help plugging yourself in, or are you good to go?</span><span style="color: #008000">"</span>