Larxene, that was the one Laharl was talking about on the journals. Things were starting to fall into place. At least, the who and why.

Etna shifted her arms behind her head in thought and walked towards the two while she talked, "Ivan, huh? Well if he knows at least what direction they went, We'll be on the right track."

She looked and the duo and noted that they were pretty short and scrawny for monsters, she'd feel a lot safer if she had someone with her who could at least fight half-competently. Etna took stepped once again and unwittingly nudged something, sending it clicking a few inches across the cobblestone ground.

"Huh? What's this?" Etna knelt and picked up a small knife. It was coated with dry blood, but there was something else that ran up the blade deeper, something thick and slower to dry then blood...
"poison." ,Etna claimed definitively, sounding more then familiar with the topic.

Now it all made sense, this wasn't a powerhouse, like Laharl, she was dealing with, it was someone like herself, devious and methodical. Etna gripped the hilt of the kunai and laced it through a belt on her hip.

She looked up and gave a sadistic grin. "Let's find this Ivan."