[Espy]

Dante stepped through the massive doors as he finished tying his tattered scarf around him waist, to some degree hiding the weaponry length of silver chain stashed in his belt.

At least it doesn't look too bulky...

He stopped abruptly, noticing the auras swimming through the Synod. Well...that might have been a good decision. Instinctively, he reached down for a rag stowed away in a pouch bound to his leg, then hesitated. He wasn't here to pick a fight, or seem too arrogant. With that thought, he brushed his newly-cut cut down over his milky green eyes.

Then he lifted his head again, and was hit by a sudden wave of fear mixed with nausea. Lev. He was here. Of course he would be here. The man's twisted ink-and-coffee aura drifted in front of him like some barely-visible phantom ready to pounce, but Dante barged his way through it -- if he had to work alongside that monster, then so be it. At least now he was spared the embarrassment of being lost in this labyrinth of a Synod.

Following Lev's trail, the hunter found himself in a rather large room with dozens of other powerful presences, one that overpowered them all...and Lev.

...Might as well, I guess.