Last spark from the ashes

"Got it," Ulysses says promptly. Hirune bows.

"Until our next meeting. I wish you luck out there."

"Don't get lost," Ulysses agrees, pretending not to eye them speculatively.

"Likewise." Blaze stands, gives the pair a quick salute. Her Ghost detaches itself from conferring with its brethren and returns to her side. Visiting the Warlocks' lair is interesting, but she has no objection to being off. Anyway, it looks about what she'd expect - a place to fix weapons and do weird calculations of sacred geometry without too many people getting in the way. Unless those doors lead somewhere interesting. Who knows?

She's already considering where to go next as they head out. "That's that taken care of. So, what sounds good - check out the gardens? Find some music? A lounge where people aren't bragging too much?"

All of the above may contain or include dancing, so it doesn't occur to her to specify that. She's pretty much winging this 'nonviolently entertaining guests' thing.