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While idly listening to the conversation between the two men, Rue glanced over her shoulder and studied the old man, hesitant to glean his thoughts - the elderly had a tendency to think in a jumbled mess, and his being a theurge of Sheol surely wouldn't improve matters. She found it difficult, then, to determine whether he might have any other motives.

As Lev approached and gave his order, Rue's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms stubbornly, then after a moment's pause she said, "The old man has a point. I have never known a dark spirit to fall before a few tiny bullets." She glanced at the sword at her side. It had saved her life countless times, but it held no real sentimental value, and was an inadequate tool for what they were certain to face later.