Murusa has been touring the city the past few hours, seeing how much has changed and what remains. She has come to the suburbs to see what sort of housing is to be had and put in an application for a unit that looked good. This done, she now is on the lookout for the head honcho of the city or at least someone official looking. The city was still being repaired, but it looked better than a few days ago. Indeed, officials could be found. His form glowing, Solarix walked along one of the residential streets quietly, his guards behind him, as alone as he could be to contemplate the evening.