Night fall, that's where they found her; unconcious on the ground with a bouquet of blood soaked roses and a mauled corpse ripped apart in a thousand tiny pieces packaged in a big brown box. Lovely. Gabrielle glanced over to Pasque, then to Avril, then to... the body. "You think it's them?" he asked.

Pasque turned her nose up in disgust, then knelt beside Avril. "Wake up." she touched her forehead, and Avril shot up, shaking and shivering badly, her countenance holding a dead palor. "I've got to get out of here...I've got to get of here now..."

Pasque gave her a stern look. "Don't you even care that there are hundreds of us disapearing every day, just vanishing out of existance? So you've had a bit of a shock... there are mages out there who are dead, or worse- and it's not just in this city. Do you think you can just run away from this?"

Avril looked silently up at her, and buried her head between her knees. Pasque motioned to Gabrielle, who stood there dumbly, trying to decide what to do with himself, then she waved her hand over in the direction of the box.

"Get that thing out of here before someone comes in and starts asking questions."