There's more than just those two wandering the streets at night. Though, this man has nothing nefarious in mind.
Striding down the streets is a man, garbed in Mordecai's light armor, a breastplate of pale white and silver glimmering from torchlight. Chainmail jingles and clinks with every step, and the butt of a long glaive taps upon the ground every few steps.
This is Disgaua Carthalion, a Captain of Ansgar's Hand. And he finds himself restless this night. What better to do than patrol the streets of Reijh at night?
Suddenly he stopped, listening. In the otherwise quiet night, whispered voices can carry far, and the sound of them reaches his ears.
One person leaves with hurried steps, and Diz stepped around the corner, to view a figure wrapped in black. A gauntleted hand tightened over the polearm he carried, and ice blue eyes regard the figure before him, staring at his back.
"Evening," he said, his tone hard, his eyes narrowed slightly.