Obscura stood just outside the door on the steps, some of her wraps and clothes were disheveled. Cakes of mud on her skin in some places, not bruised or bloodied though. Either case, she was looking up at Izzy, her mouth open and somewhat breathing quickly.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Madame Lovi just left. She left the Cirque...</span>"<br/><br/>...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>