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[zervziel]

At the inspector's words, Riptide's ears flattened against her head as she gave vent to a rattling hiss.

"No. No mind magics of any kind. Adjust your plans, Inspector, as this is a point I'm willing to kill over."

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one sees it, something else caught her attention and it was eerily familiar to her keen hearing. It was the sound of a muffled explosion echoing down the halls. Ignoring, Sharpwit and White Noise for the moment, she cast her eyes about for Primeval, before relaxing somewhat as she spied the metal-coated pony scanning book after book.