Sara, her kilt tattered and torn, comes staggering out of the building, holding the blood tester in her hand. It looks like she was pretty close to the grenade when it went off, and she's patched herself up pretty well- a job that the medic might, when it's all calmed down, nod approvingly. She has, in her other hand, a battered tin medikit<br/><br/>She pads over and looks at him, then looks at the mage. "How good's ye furry anatomy?" she asks, taking the kit and opening it up. Inside, there are eight blood bags, in pairs labeled "Baz" "Jania" "Sara" and "Mad Adam". Sara looks at the fourth pair of bags, and grimaces.<br/><br/>"Good luck, Mad... ye might not've been born a Highlander, but yae a Slayer tae the core..." she whispers to herself, wishing a comrade well.<br/><br/>___________________<br/><br/>Meanwhile, in the private chambers of House Kazmer, an individual watches the meeting between Karogen and the Lady. Dressed in the livery of the House Kazmer guards, he self-consciously adjusts his collar, making it look like he's scratching an itch, not hiding a blue square dyed onto the back of his orange furred neck.<br/><br/>The tall vulpine known as Mad  listens to every word, praying that the tiny wiretap in her uniform isn't detected. Deep in the bowels of the Slayer Cult safehouse, a tiny recording device kicks into life, recording everything on a tiny little tape...