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"Perhaps..." Wind Weaver mused, floating a couple feet off the ground as she drifted through the charred town hall, studying the claw marks. The wind nymph raised a hand and a flurry of breezes whistled through the half-decent remains of the town hall, throwing up large quantities of ashes and dust into the air. She frowned, floating towards the centre of the hall.

"I can't tell if there was anything out of the ordinary here, the images are too muddled and unclear," She said, lowering her hand and letting the breezes die down. Realizing that she should probably explain this particular ability of hers, she added quickly, "One of my powers is that I'm able to see and hear glimpses of things in the wind. In a way, I can interpret the wind." She smiled slightly, her hair slowly waving around her head even though there weren't any winds around. "For example, the air currents right now are showing me images of Figura taking a group of stronger villagers to go hunting in the forest. They're just entering the forest now."