((OOC: Wasn't away on a trip, m'dears, wasn't away at all. But that's not important. I'll post soon. ))

((OOC: Major, major catch-up time…starting from back where Fei asks what has been happening.))

Tamrissa steps away from Fei as he speaks his inquiry on what has happened. She smiles faintly at Thisias as he answers, her hand going to the strap of her satchel that she had recovered in the room where the Kuru had been held. Her hand tightens into a fist as Gulver speaks.

“Yes. We wouldn’t want to see any more of your fluids come leaking out after I rip out another of those devices either,” she responds levelly. “Your cooperation is very well appreciated.”

Her eyes go to Soul as they begin walking, listening to what he has to say about her earlier comment.

“It just seems odd that a whole army is needed to find one man. A few persons move much quicker than an army,” she furrows her brow. “Unless the army is the Dark Legion I suppose. I am not keen on the history of all of this, so questioning the motives of Khora is unwise of me.”

She looks out over the freed slaves that suddenly stream in front of them to block their movement. A smile blooms on her pale face momentarily for the benefit of the crowd and then it fades back into a guarded calm.

“You were your own saviors. We should be thanking you as well,” she remarks to them as she moves to follow Soul.

Her feet keep her a few steps behind the searching warrior, finally taking her into the hall filled with tomes. She stops near the oversized desk and leans against it, eyes going to the window where Stavarus supposedly fled through. Giving a small sigh, she walks with the others as they make their way back outside.

***********************a few minutes later*******************

“Gulver, if you don’t want to be helpless the rest of this journey and tossed over someone’s shoulder like a sack of trash to be taken out, you will keep your mouth shut when nothing but taunts want to come out of it!” she growls as she steps through the crack in the wall to the sounds and sight of Thisias and the gray man bickering.

She looks towards Soul as he returns and then points to the six-legged creatures while looking at her troublesome prisoner.

“Get on the beast and ride!”

Blinking back an urge to start their previous battle all over again, she walks to one of the mounts and carefully pulls herself up to straddle its back. She turns the beast with a small pull on one side of the reins, her eyes moving down to Fei. With a click of her tongue and pressure from her legs, she whips her head around and tries to move with the loping trot of the Oghrun steed.
When she reaches the gathering place of all of her companions, she dismounts and walks up just as Soul mentions splitting up. She looks at Peterson as he volunteers to go with Asaki.

Marine, keep an eye on Zera for me and keep Thisias safe if that is possible, she reaches out to the Space Marine’s mind. And be careful. I go with Soul.

“Soul Reaver, you look to be short-handed. I’ll join you,” she offers, then glances at Gulver, adding a small command. “Gulver, you’re coming too.”

She puts her hand on Fei’s arm, tilting her head.

“You have not decided to return to the Umbra yet, I hope? Like I said before, you are needed.”

His arm moving out of her light grip makes her begin to frown, but a small smile forms when he answers with an affirmation. Then she is guided into the portal unnecessarily, though his doing so makes her reminisce for a few split seconds…until the Warp envelops her. She almost tumbles out the other side of the portal, her aura again flaring to absorb all the energy that was deprived her in the Warp.

“By the Umbras, I will never get used to that,” she closes her eyes and then opens them again to observe the peaceful surroundings.

She looks at Soul as he announces what she was just about ready to remark on. Her eyes follow his gaze as he stares down at the smoking village. The look on her face says that she is not surprised that they seem to have run into another problem already…