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The sleek form of the ship known as Fatal Vison descended in a long arc towards the tower. Banking at the last moment, the ship turned, and deposited Ferla upon the tower plaza, before turning towards the hanger to set down.

The awoken warlock shielded her eyes against the sun, its rays reflecting off her pure white robes and hair, making it hard for her eyes to adjust to the brightness. Once her vision had cleared, she scanned the few groups of mingling guardians about the plaza for the titan she sought. Most avoided her gaze, a few responded with hard looks or scowls, and one obnoxious hunter even flipped her off before turning his back.

''Not important right now. Where is she?''

The sunsinger strode up the bottom steps of the plaza, and started towards the hall of the guardians, before she caught sight of her target. A slim titan bearing the mark of the voidborn, stood talking to Xander, the bounty manager. Varrus had vanished without a trace as to his whereabouts to his friends or fans. The sight of his prized mark in the hands of another spoke of few outcomes of his disappearance. As to how someone else had come into possession of it, she would have answers.

Striding up behind Sara, she called out, somewhat rudely, in an impatient tone of voice.

"Hey you! Where the hell did you get that mark?"