[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Of course I am, my Master dear." Assassin materializes nearby, sitting with one leg crossed over the other on nothing more than air. She would raise a questioning brow at his need to prepare his magic, rather than having an arsenal already well in hand, but she has relatively little expectation that he'll need it. If he wants to play at being a war-magus, they've the time for it. With no obvious sign, she begins injecting her toxins into the ambient mana as he works, to give the spells bound in his jewels that much more of an impact against their enemies, should he require them.

She hears his request for intelligence with a slow nod. "That won't be a problem at all. None of our enemies are aware of our presence yet, as far as I can tell." They certainly shouldn't be if she's half as good at her role as she perceives herself to be. "Caster and his Master are at large in the central marketplace, and Archer and his are entrenched in a hotel near the palace. Berserker is somewhere to the east, but... her Master appears to be nowhere. Strange. The others I have no sense of. They may not even be in the city yet."