As the avatar had told them, each of the creatures in this room tonight were exceptional, so Kulimlim was not at all taken aback when Cecilia saw through her guise.  She watched the vampire threaten her, her eyes wide and alert with curiosity rather than caution.  There was something sharp in her tone, something other than arrogance in her words.  Kulimlim said nothing when the vampire left.  There was something irking that woman, and Kulimlim had no interest in provoking her further.<br/><br/>Kulimlim slipped out of the room on her soundless feet.  Not far behind her she heard the clinking of armor.<br/><br/>In the library she browsed through the books, taking her time.  The knight had moved to a different section of the library.  It was a section that was her going to be her last stop, for spells were not her forte.  Even as she looked through the shelves, she watched him with one eye, thinking something very peculiar about him.  He gave off an ancient energy, but, even in the musky old books, Kulimlim picked up the smell of human blood under his armor.<br/>Her mouth suddenly felt a little dry, but she ignored it.<br/><br/>This group the heart had summoned were a strange collection of creatures, indeed.<br/><br/>Kulimlim found what she was looking for, old records of the underground.