The walk home from the Inn had been sadly uneventful. No one had been lurking about with evil intentions the entire stretch of road that led to her apartment. The adrenaline that had been rushing through her body at an open announcement of the spilling of an innocent's blood had needed to be caged and left unused, much to her dismay. Justice was needing to be dealt but the hands with which this was to be done were not her own. Observe, Interact, Support, and Report. That was what she was to do with regards to the Scathachians. Even if it meant steeling a resolve against her natural instinct to punish the punishable, she would do it. The women at the Sanctuary were quite impressive and had quickly gained her respect, she knew there had been a reason she had been chosen for this task, their ideals aligned with hers on several levels and the transition thus far into their confidence had been smooth...but she knew it would take time to gain their full trust.

She unlocked the door to her apartment and slammed it shut as long strides took her halfway into the very large space of the living room. Only a couch and a table had been allowed to remain in the fully furnished apartment when she had moved in; the rest had been stored. The huge space was mostly littered with various training utilities. An assortment of targets cut out from sturdy wood, each having been splintered and shredded with the blades she was constantly using on them. Faded and misshapen punching bags hung from the ceiling at different locations, as well as strategically placed blocks of varying shapes and sizes. There was even a ten inch thick, twelve foot high wall with no foothold or other such grooves indicating a way to scale it though it too showed the wear of constant use. The space was huge and looked like a rigorously designed obstacle course to anyone with combat training under their belt - which was the intention. It was required for her constant obsession with honing her body as a weapon.

She made her way over to the table as a blade seemed to just appear in each hand, which she laid on the table. This continued, blade after blade piled onto the table as she pulled them from their hiding places on her person. As she unloaded, she raised her chin to look up to the space above her.

"Diana. Begin recording please."

She propped a booted foot on the edge of the table as the ripping sound of velcro echoed through the space around her. The belt of sorts contained an organized line of small blades that were laid across the top of the pile. As that foot was lowered and the other brought up, the same sound scritched out as the sultry smooth voice of the A.I. answered her.

"I am ready Miss Frostbite. Begin."

"October 24th, The Red Dragon Inn, Around the 2300 hour. I happened to run into Isuelt and Athena, both sisters of Scathach, at the Inn tonight. There was some information divulged in a conversation between Icer and Janai, another sister, that I felt was of note. There seems to have been a kidnapping of a dragon. A grand-daughter of this Icer by the name of Dominique. Icer referred to the one who had taken her as brother but upon listening further, the name of Brian Ravenlock was named the kidnapper. Nothing further was noted that might help shed light on a location."

Having finished removing all of the blades on her person, she took the two small steps towards the couch and turned to fall heavily onto it, a hiss of air as the cushion accepted her weight. She slid her right leg up on the couch, bending the knee and tucking the ankle under the left leg as she propped her elbow on the arm of the couch, bringing the fingers to her forehead and began to slowly rub as she closed her eyes. She took only a moment, an attempt to calm herself, before reporting the final thing she felt she needed to.

"There was also something else of note later in the evening. A bit after midnight, another woman arrived by the name of Jade. She was also referred to as Jadden by Jenai and it seems that she happens to be a Ravenlock as well. There was a heated argument between Jade and Jenai which led to a confession by Jade."

Her eyes snapped open as the image of Jade played behind the recesses of her mind and the uncaring smirk and triumph that had been all over her face at her confession. A clenching of her teeth set a pulsing at her temple.

"She openly admitted to having killed a virgin elf by the name of Idril. She also appears to be in relation of some sort to Jenai and I assume that this must have been a large factor in the reasoning behind not having dealt with this confession on the spot. Jenai told her she would give her a day before she would ensure this matter was brought to justice. I do hope this information proves useful. I will let you know if and when I uncover anything else I feel may be of value."

She stood at that and began to head towards her bed, she had had enough for the night. "End recording. Diana, please send the recording to Leo."

"It is done. Will there be anything else?"

"No. Thank you Diana."

There was silence once again as she continued towards her room. She happened to pass by one of the hanging punching bags and decided to expel the lingering anger and adrenaline that had been bubbling under focused control all evening and with one lightning move, she spun around and landed a kick to the side of it with such strength and force that as it gave and began to swing away, it pulled the bracket that fasened it to ceiling along for the ride. It made a thumping noise as it found a resting place a few feet away, bits of ceiling crumbling and falling around her feet. A raised brow as she looked up at the hole and then down at the mess. A snicker as she looked back at the empty space above.

"On second thought, Diana? Let maintenance know I'm going to need them to swing by sometime tomorrow."

"Yes, Miss Frostbite. I will have someone here first thing in the morning."

She said nothing more as she turned on her heel to head to bed with a note to herself to get some stronger brackets.