Zefiris checked over her map, wanting to be as confident as possible in their choice of destination. If Banru and possibly other Niflheimers were intent on ambushing the talisman-seeking groups, it would be best to keep the number of necessary excursions to a minimum by being successful on their first attempt. She gave one last look at the hologram of her masters, turning it off and sliding the device into a desk drawer.
The dragoon skipped the stairs, not wanting to waste any more time, and materialized behind Tohru. She eyed the thorny vines beyond the threshold warily, taking in the charred stumps and ashes littering the floor at Alessa’s feet. “Tohru, Alessa.” Nodding to each, she turned her eyes back to the surrounding grounds, searching for any signs of something being amiss (besides the overgrown plant problem plaguing the residence). “I apologize for the delay. Are we ready?”