The trip back to Castle Blackspire took longer than it otherwise would have. Imrae had to stop several times to rest and dress her wound. The poison had worked its way from her system, but the wound itself was still somewhat painful. Once she was back to the castle, she would be able to treat herself properly. She would just have to live with it for awhile. On her way back, she spent a lot of time berating herself and thinking about what to do next. She had never let a target get away before, but she also had never been unlucky enough to get blocked by a fiend in the process. She wasn’t sure what the Duchess would say or thinking, but likely none of it good. In the end, it wouldn’t matter. Zerillion would eventually meet the end of her blade. It would be much more difficult to reach him the next time, but she enjoyed the challenge.<br/><br/>When she finally reached Castle Blackspire, Imrae made her way to the hidden entrance at the base of one of the towers. She often used it to leave the castle unseen or in this case returning. It lead through a set of tunnels that eventually led to her underground room. It was well furnished and decorated, though not really to her taste. It was far too...human. It was a necessary evil though, as it helped to protect her identity. When she finally entered, the first thing she noticed was the figure sitting in one of the chairs.<br/><br/>She didn’t answer the posed question right away. She first removed her coat and mask, letting her white hair fall around her shoulders. She peeled off the remainder of her clothing as she sat on the edge of the bed, exposing her dark skin. The wound on her side looked worse than it was at this point. “Zerillion escaped.” She reached into a nearby drawer and pulled a healing potion from it, drinking the red liquid quickly. Her head turned to the side to look at Aria out of the corner of her eye. “I was forced to deal with a fiend that had been assisting him.”<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/pHh5vIw.jpg)