Mirnea's eyebrow piqued as she followed the group. Interestingly enough for her, she had never really intended to become part of a roving band, less mercenaries. But one fact was evident, her sister was not here. Her only hope was that the groups activities and their perchant to get themselves involved with the local trouble would uncover a new lead to her sister's whereabouts. Besides, she had no objection to any of the well-armed and trained warriors. She was powerful in arcana, yes, but she had her weaknesses and they might provide her some amount of protection in her mission.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: red">I thought Demon forms dissipate back to dust once their essence is sent back to the Abyss...</span>" She nodded at the body that Gajol was dragging, "<span style="color: red">Clearly, I have been mistaken.</span>"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Allura silently and dutifully followed Inyrra along with the rest of the group.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>