She took a deep breath and calmed herself. Aliandra closed her eyes, resettling her senses. She sifted through the magical auras of the city. Swirls of color entered her mind’s eye – bright red swirls streamed up from the fireworks shop, a muted yellow rose from a reagent shop. Purple and sickly green intertwined, rising sluggishly from the Slaughtered Lamb. All familiar auras. All in their normal place. Aliandra concentrated further, and beads of sweat formed on her brow. She saw hidden in the fel aura a strong vein of black color. She smiled to herself and opened her eyes. “Gotcha.”