His eyes missed nothing. It was his shift to scout this part of the city, and he always did his best. Coming upon the lunatic butchering the woman in the alley was a bit of a shock. Luckily the killer had not seen him, and he was able to observe his process. After the butcher left the scene, maintaining patience and not searching the area had taken much self control. As the seconds counted down and the decision was finally made to enter the alley, the wheelchair bound man had come upon the scene, followed soon after by the young woman. The two of them destroyed the entire thing by disturbing a poem. He would have looked closely upon all the items without disturbing them. It was unfortunate that they had not thought of that. With most of the evidence burned away, the only option was to follow these tow and see what happened. He used his slingshot and shot a reflector sphere into the air, to signal that he was leaving his post to pursue something of interest.
Upon reaching the church, he watched from the shadows. He listened to the words of the crazy man, and observed the 'game'. Never had he witnessed anything so sadistic. What the hell was this lunatic up to. Did he understand that this was not something that would go unnoticed. As the two 'players' headed for the exit, having made their choice, he slunk through the shadows toward the altars. Once there he collected a sample of the poison. From the broken bowl he collected a sample of the antidote. The unconscious priests face was distorted fro the broken jaw, and out of pity he poured a bit of one of his potions down the mans throat. It knit his face right up, but the small amount he gave would leave the priest still feeling quite sore.
He headed back toward the exit himself, and heard the two bickering about what to do. The man had said to get to the orphanage tomorrow night, so they had close to thirty-six hours to gather information. He spoke to them from the shadows, the early morning sun they stood in would prevent them from seeing him as he hid in darkness.
"Going to the guard would likely not help. There is a local doctor, Victor Herald, he's rumored to know a bit about poisons. He could possibly analyze the poison. And just because the guard can't help doesn't mean you can't seek help from those that truly rule this city."
He flipped a gray Soot Wolves token onto the cripples lap, and slipped back further into the church. He would exit through a side door, and get to a nearby entrance to the Den. It would be best to report on this right away, and get the poison and antidote to Chora. She would want to analyze it herself when she heard about it. The Soot Wolves would not let a serial killer go unchecked in Arca. Hopefully Jack would do something fast, since Rufus was not in the city.
