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Brin, spotting something shiny hanging from the leading Damian's belt, investigated and found shackles of litella. Never one to waste an opportunity, the Witch promptly used them to bind the unconscious man tightly. "How long until sunrise?" queried the High Mistress, who normally had a feel for such things, but was weary and unused to different time zones. "Not long, now," Hawkeye comforted her. "It's still fairly near the solstice, fortunately." "I suppose we'd better keep moving in case there are more Damians hunting us..." Brin said, somewhat reluctantly. "Yes, we can't assume that's all of them, yet..." the Oakenling brightened, inspired. "They might be able to sense your magic and home in on it, but what if you called your mother on that cell thing and asked her to scry the surrounding area?" The Candeliana Witch beamed. "That's brilliant. Hopefully I can get a signal..."