As Lasciel had predicted, Norka had nothing against her leaving. She had paid her way for the moon term, as he had said, and as there had never been any kind of formal contract, apart from the soul tithing, there was nothing he, or his superiors, could do. Well, the superiors could track her down and try to bring her back by force, but Norka wasn't going to take a step down that road; trolls had been the thralls of other supernaturals for too long.<br/><br/>She took nothing with her; all her costumes were more thought made manifest than material. The red sari would hold for a while away from the Night Parade, but eventually it would disintegrate. It would be Samuel's task now to provide her with anything material she might need.<br/><br/>Close to the exit, she crossed paths with the illusionist, whose sour expression showed he had missed Sereven eventually. He shot her a venomous glance and snarled, 'I'm not done with you yet,' so gruffly that Lasciel thought for a moment she would have to strike him as well. But he didn't try anything, and she walked out into the night unmolested, if not undisturbed. Between the hostility behind her and the hunters she could feel still lurking in the grove just across the road, she would rather be gone.