"You did what you could," answered Percival, speaking plainly, eyeing the window that Riley had come into. "I wouldn't mind having a little chat with you after everyone heads off, though."
His aloof stare remained for a few moments, a small, thoughtful gesture that didn't seem to mean much. From the window, his gaze fell upon his pillow beside him, of which a small item was tucked under it. "Speaking of Coco, you reminded me of something I need to show to the rest of you. The Oc-..." He stopped himself, scanning the rest of the room for a moment, before wiping at his mouth with thumb. "A local hedge group of banishing-priests and wizards assembled a profile on Maelgwyn. She was spotted shortly after I left to the hospital. I've confirmed their reports with my own eyes." From the pillow he pulled a folder, a small insignia glowed upon it, a binding rune.
The folder was turned on its side, and out fell a few papers. Scattering on the bed before him were various pictures of a small being fighting other mages, mages that were blacked out by what seemed to be a marker. Insignias on the papers were blacked out, and several lines of text in the paragraphs were also blacked out as well.
"They value their own secrecy, but were informative enough," said Percy as he set out one piece of paper that actually resembled parchment. Scrawled upon it was a naked diagram of the one and only, Eryl Maelgwyn. Unlike the one and only, this version was shorter, her features somewhat different, and exaggerated. Those who had studied up on creatures of western lore would recognize her as a kind of diminutive fae creature, barring the third eye. "With what flesh was given to her, she's taken the form of a gnome, along with all the neural quick-wiring, natural aptitude for stealth, and mystic connections that comes with that species." He placed a finger on one of the photos, "You can see her here fighting other mages without an implement or focus, freely using magic. I don't know how, but she broke the seal I placed on her already, and she managed to at least hold off four others on the defensive. She's out there somewhere now, and likely won't be found until she finds you."
Percy's hand flattened on the parchment, "We had a..."
The boy suddenly started to cough, quickly bringing a fist to muffle his sudden outburst. With a little effort, he contained himself.
"It may not have seemed like it, but we had a home-field advantage when the fight was in my mind, you had no physical form to limit your casting. Out here, she has a multitude of advantages. Her intentions are unclear and she doesn't care about hiding her actions, which makes her all the more dangerous. So, I want to get this across to you all as clearly as possible."
A bead of sweat went down the side of his brow, showing a bit of weakness.
"If she finds you, finds you alone, you need to blast off as much magical noise as possible, and
run."