[The warped architecture and strange landscape are delightfully alien to (Sayo? Beatrice? SAYO Beatrice? "Sayo" will work for now), satisfying her lust for fantasy that Trench, with its drearily familiar gothic stylings that reminded her too much of Rokkenjima, couldn't sate. She'd stop to admire the scenery, maybe sketch some of it into her grimoire, but alas being shot at takes priority over tourism.

*cackle*cackle*cackle*] Looks like both of us are no match for the millennium of experience the Golden Witch has to screwing everything up for herself! Although given that I've apparently taken her form, perhaps I should be the one owning up to her myriad mistakes, hmmm?

So war outgrew bows, yet you still tear apart Beasts with your bare claws and knives? My, my. [Sayo grimaces at Illarion's question, shaking her head.] I haven't made much use of Baphomet, but... I can't reach her either. While in isolation I'd believe it the fault of the master, it may be an ill omen.

Er. Not like the familiar, but, um... [She gestures awkwardly.] You know!