Personally she was still a little anxious about the way in which Seven had been killed so easily and by a trespasser no less. She felt like there was a need to start patrolling their borders more often. Or to at least travel in pairs. Something she figured she should bring up to Aurum given the circumstances. To the tribal woman it seemed like something to consider and with care she left her home, eyes of blue watching the surrounding area with a guarded gaze. Truth be told with everything that had happened to Tanglewood she doubted that a lot of members were going to be ready to just accept anyone across their borders now. There was always something going wrong and she understood if there was caution with it. Her steps where light as she slowly began to make her way to Aurum's home. Her nose twitched on the light breeze that blew through town. Yet there was something off and she paused, parting her jaws as she breathed in slowly and a frown fixating on her maw. "Aurum...?" The woman muttered only because the scent of him had grown stale. Lingering very lightly on the breeze which just wasn't right and so the lioness moved onto his porch and pressed her paw on the door.

It swung open with ease and there was nothing. Not a sound. The air was almost oppressive with nothingness and the fur along her spine rose up. Jolting back from the door she thought over the time frame. She had not seen him but he had been here. There was little to indicate that there had been a struggle so what had happened to the lion? Turning her gaze back to be empty house she took a few more steps back as if staring down a bad omen before jerking her head away and looking back to the middle of town. The slab. She had never been up there before but it seems like it was time for it. The lioness of flames shifted as she moved to the imposing meeting place and she rose up to land upon the pedestal with ease before a roar left her jaws. "Tanglewood, gather before her!" The woman waited there, watched the confused faces as they all looked up at her. She wasn't ready for this and neither would they. They had to find him. Breathihg in slowly she sat down heavily. "She thinks...no. Okay, Aurum is missing. She has not smelled his scent recently and what is left around town and even his own home has gone cold and stagnant. She doesn't know where he could have gone so she thinks we should make a search patrol."

Her sky colored orbs searched around before she tried to locate the one she had been looking for. "She would like Moth to head the search. She knows Aurum well unlike this one. She can help more." But the Regent would still go with the patrol to find their missing leader. Until then she needed to act in his stead. To keep things together and that meant she needed to know about the Pitt situation. It would be a harsh change of subject but she needed to understand just what was happening. "She would also like to know what the situation with the Pitt is. She was not present for the last meeting or even knows what was decided. Has anything happened she should know of?" Maybe things have settled but she kind of doubts things would be that easy given the circumstances and what played out.

It was rather concerning how Seven had gotten killed so easily, without anyone having an idea of what was going on. Atbash was worried, afraid that someone was going to come around and pick off Tanglewood one by one, but she didn't know what to do about. She wasn't a fighter, she would fight if she had to, but that was only if her own life was on the line. She didn't like fighting. Her thoughts were interrupted by Elsweyr's call and the savannah quickly came over to see what the problem was. Was she attacked again? No, it didn't look like it.

Aurum was missing? Oh no, not now. Not after Seven had just lost her life like that, and given the circumstances, Atbash really didn't like the sound of their Luminary missing. Aurum was her last tie to Vigenere and she had so much she wanted to talk to him about. Swallowing that thought, Atbash took note of Moth leading the search party, her short tail flicking in what appeared to be worry or nervousness.

Like Arrow, the whole ordeal with Dante almost slipped Atbash's mind at this point. She looked over to Arrow as she spoke, but said nothing.