Instantly, Sabirah was met with the sudden darkness of Sanctuary. The sky was a series of dark blue hues, along with some violet subtly splattered here and there. The light- or, lack of light gave the environment around her a sombre feel. There were some trees around them, some lacking in leaves or even in color. The trees too were much different from those of the Heavens; for example, they did not glow. The leaves didn't change every second and they emitted no song. To the angelic eye, they were bland, but also strangely interesting and captivating to look at. The angelic host were near a road of dirt too, it followed the horizon orderly, footprints and hoof prints embedded in the recently used dirt, going back and forth between the locations the road lead to. It must be hard work for a mortal to go back and forth between such a long distance. It had to be such a pain to be a mortal. Sabirah's head turned to the sky yet again. It was... nice, to see the sky as another color than a warm light blue. She had always wondered what stars looked like from outside the reflections of the pools of wisdom- and she couldn't even find herself to be disappointed at them. She wasn't the only one to be captivated by the environment, Ramma, a maiden who took care of cleaning the pools, also refused to take her hidden eyes from the night sky, her soft silver wings undulating ever so calmly, moved slightly by the faintest of winds.

"Incredible... how could Inarius have possibly done this?" Spoke Ramma, her voice filled with awe. Sabirah, now noting the light their wings were causing, stepped aside from the group and knelt down, running a gauntlet through the short grass. It was... eerie. It felt weird, soft, but at the same time dense and dry- an odd combination that, for some reason, worked together. She pulled a few strands of grass from the ground, examining the organic blades of dark green and lifting them up towards what little light the white sphere of a moon gave out, noting carefully how he light affected them before stashing them in one of her pouches. She turned around just in time to see the portal close behind Urzael, taking away the orange to red hue of light from the group, leaving their wings as their only strong source of light for the moment.

"It is currently known as 'night time' in the mortal realm. Many humans are sleeping at this point, so I ask of you to make as little noise as possible and to move quick." He said, his wings folding behind his back.

"Our objective is to retrieve our master safely, no harm shall be done to him." She almost wanted to scoff. Come on, they were all Malthael's most trusted! No one here would even begin to dream about harming the archangel!

"Where are we exactly, Urzael?"

"We are a few human hours from a city known as 'Westmarch'." Mortals had such odd names for their cities.

"Let's go then, we're wasting time by standing here like stars." Huffed Aracai, instantly beginning to march over to the nearby sign. Hey, at least mortals were smart enough to give directions without using words. Only wood and letters. Sabirah's wings flared up. Another maiden spoke up, saying how it would be best if they all were to disguise themselves as a mortal. This seemed to spark a conversation between them all- well, except one. Sabirah dipped her head down with a sigh as she overheard the debate. However, she took the time to shut out the group from her mind and focus more on Sanctuary and what was known about it. It wasn't apart of the natural balance of life. There was good and evil- but no in-betweens should exist, at least not naturally. Inarius... what went through his head to be able to make a place as mysterious as this? He hadn't been alone, since Lillith had been his mate throughout their whole ordeal, but still. How could they come up with all of this? As she continued in her thoughts, she was broken from her trance by a tingling sensation in her light. She looked at the group, confused.

"We're going invisible to the mortal eye." Informed Urzael, whom had begun picking up pace- Heavens, his feet had left the ground and his wings were positioned in such a way that he was ready to bolt. Right, they could just fly around Sanctuary and get this done faster. Sabirah's wings flapped, sending her in the air, inches above everyone. She looked down at them, flapping her white wings expectantly. Urzael was quick to join her in the air.

"Bright idea!" He exclaimed, his wings fluttering, as if having anticipated the idea of flight.

"Ladies," he started once all had met the air.

"Westmarch is this way." He finished, almost bolting in the direction the dirt road lead to. The maidens all shared a glance, some of amusement and some of curiosity, but all, including Sabirah, were quick to follow the lieutenant.

Westmarch was... bigger than they'd expected it to be. The angelic hoard stopped on top of what they could presume to be the middle of the city, Sabirah looked down, her wings perking up in curiosity. There were some humans here and there, but they were mostly all drunk, possibly on their way home after a night of heavy drinking. Anu, this place was a mess, filth, dirt and dust everywhere. How could they live like this?!

"Alright, everyone," She looked back up at him once he began to speak.

"Split up and cover as much ground as you can and hurry. Turn a blind eye to nothing and try to keep yourselves clean." She almost heard him mumble 'it's a mess out here...'. The maidens, some repulsed or disgusted, gave a mere grunt of reluctant agreement. Some were eager, interested by the lifestyle of the mortals. Sabirah was with those who were disgusted.

"Shouldn't we look in the streets too?" Urzael almost scoffed.

"You know as well as I do that the Master doesn't go in the public much." He said, earning an embarrassed huff from the maiden who suggested the idea. Sabirah internally rolled her eyes, watching as everyone parted their own ways. After a moment, she set out to follow the road to the north- having been told to go look over the north sector of the city. Her hands wrapped around the strap of her satchel as she flew higher up, examining the tops of the buildings. No... too cramped, Malthael couldn't possibly be here. It was too... close. The maiden looked around, noting how... primitive the buildings under her were. Gothic styled, some being small houses and others shops. Really, they needed to catch up, even the Hells had possibly better buildings than this. Plus, there was muck everywhere! The streets were barely wide enough for two horses (and that's not counting the stands here and there). She despised Sanctuary already.

"Mrrow." She paused, her wings stiffened in surprise. Had she heard the noise for real? What... what was that? She turned her head over to a darkened alleyway, where the noise had come from. Cautiously, she glided down over to the spot, yet stopped in her tracks at the entrance.

"Mrrow." There it was again! Now there was a slight tapping on the bricked ground, causing for her to begin panicking. She froze, seeing a dark grey creature approaching her from the dark. Oh no. Oh dear, that was a demon. She was weaponless and about to get mauled by a demon! This is how she would die, isn't it? By some wretched de-

"Mrrow?" She paused in her thoughts, looking to see a small, scruffy creature at her feet, looking up at her with curiosity. It could... see her? Cautiously, the maiden of Wisdom lowered herself to the ground and bent over, extending a hand towards the creature's muzzle. As it sniffed it curiously, she recalled reading about an animal on Sanctuary that was similar to this one. A cat, was it? It looked enough like it, despite it having both eyes closed and ragged, uneven fur. She flinched when it begun rubbing its face on her gauntlet, purring rather loudly. Huh, this 'cat' seemed to be friendly to her. Gently and carefully, she picked it up and lifted it in the air. She could see its ribcage- the thing must have some troubles with food. Hmmm... she knew of a spell but only time would tell if it worked. Holding the feline in one arm, she pressed her thumb to its forehead, a soft light beaming under it for a few seconds before she retracted her thumb, a white spot being in its previous place. The cat 'looked' at her and meowed, nuzzling its head to her breastplate, resulting in her wings brightening and stiffening.

Now she couldn't just leave it there, she had tempered with its nature, it would surely be the target of demons. Normally, she wouldn't have cared, but the sweet little thing had already put all of its trust on her in such little time. Sabirah looked at her satchel. It was big enough to carry the cat... she sighed. Oh, she was going to regret this. Opening her satchel with the tendrils of her wings, she was quick to empty out the satchel and put all of its previous contempt's into her pouches. Carefully, she slid the feline in the bag, closing it and letting the feline poke its nose out from the edges that were partially open. Straightening her back and dusting all evidence of a cat off of her robes, Sabirah lifted herself off the ground again and resumed in her search as best as she could. Besides, the sun was soon going to rise, and so far she'd spent her time taming a cat and making it immortal. It's not like it had the ability to have powers, right? ... right?

Her wings perked up a little as she moved forwards, a hand resting on the top of the satchel. She stopped again at a building, her gaze turned up at the sign.

'Inn of the Black Ram' she gave a small huff, oh, certainly not. She took to the sky again, keeping the satchel in her grip at all times- in fear of it somehow falling and killing the animal now living in it. The maiden of Wisdom's wings flapped a little to keep her in the air, giving the are around her one final sweep from the air. No signs of Malthael here, unfortunately. She sighed quietly, resuming in what was left of her search. It took little time for her to have covered the north section of the city. Frankly, she'd heard from mortal books that this was one of the most marvelous cities in all of Sanctuary. Honestly, she found that they were wrong. From under her hood, she blinked at the sudden realization that the sun had begun to rise. Had she really spent a few mortal hours to scout the north section? She thought only a few mortal minutes had passed! Sheesh, this city really was small. She looked down at her satchel and opened it, now finding the cat peacefully sleeping at the bottom of it, barely acknowledging her presence. She closed the bag quietly. Looking down, Sabirah now saw that humans had begun to grow more active. Even at the crack of dawn, some were awake, albeit possibly tired and sleepy. She took notice that it was mostly those that owned shops or inns that were awake at this hour. How odd. Even with a full night of sleep, humans somehow still found a way to be tired in the morning. The maiden looked away now gliding around, scouring the area around her- looking for the rest of her fellow angels of Wisdom.

Not here... not there... definitely not here... aha! They had begun grouping up where they had first arrived. Sabirah flew over and stopped swiftly next to the small group, greeting them with a nod. Urzael's wings flicked.

"Have any of you found anything as to where the master is- or might be?" He asked, anticipating the possible 'yes'.

"I've found nothing in the West section."

"The same goes for South."

"And East." The group turned their hoods to Sabirah, as if silently asking a question. She gave a curt nod; north had been empty too. Urzael's wings perked down, as he looked at the maidens who had gone on the outside.

"And the outside?"

"We've found no trace, I'm afraid to confirm that we are no closer to Malthael than we were before." Urzael gave a sigh, bringing a hand to hid hood and rubbing the face underneath. He was frustrated of coming to a dead end. Right... well, they still had quite a few cities to go explore, and then they would do a full sweet of Sanctuary just to be sure. Sabirah's grip tightened on the strap, her wings flapping to keep her in the air. The lieutenant of Wisdom cleared his throat after a few moments of silence.

"Alright, our next stop is Tristram." were the last words exchanged over the city of Westmarch. Sabirah looked up over her shoulder at the sky, taking note of the massive clump of clouds in the distance. She sighed and began following the group, catching up with them quickly. Wherever Malthael was; he was doing a damn good job at staying there.

She just hoped it wouldn't be too late when they found him.