[ The cemetery was a place she was familiar enough with that teleporting there was second nature. When she arrived she had the hood of a heavy black cloak pulled up over her head. It was cold enough out that she was hopeful it would avoid suspicion. The amount of time she'd recently spent in Limbo had left her with horns that weren't fading away quite as quickly as she'd like. Nobody needed to know that though, certainly not him. ]
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You take forever to walk places.