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AevumEternity

Daemion simply sat back and watched the man depart, moving only to clean the oddly barreled pistol at his side. He was utterly unmoved by all this, it was simply another obstacles to overcome in the end. At least he would not have to go after her himself and could continue his work. So he moved back into his office, lightly a candlebra as he went- and settled down to continue tweaking the weapons and toys he dedicated his humanity to.


The streets were utterly empty but for the guards that moved about the crime scene, some standing guard as other milled about. There seemed no signs f the predators but for the smallest trail of blood leading away from the inn

TheHopeseeker

He noted the blood trail, took notice of its direction and marked it in his head. At least, he supposed, the rain has eased enough that he could get back to his tavern, gather his things, and return without too much fear of having no trail to follow. Indeed, he proceeded to do just that, gathering up his sword and pack from the run down tavern, "The Boar Pot" and handing over what meagre coin he had left as payment for the two nights he has stayed.

His leg freshly mended and tingling faintly with the traces of his magic, he returned to the crossroads where he had lost the trail, sword strapped securely to his hip and his small pack upon his shoulders, freshly repaired armour stowed away for the time being. Finding his trail once more, he set out to follow it with a purpose in his stride and a harsh glint to his eye.

AevumEternity

Upon following the trail of blood, perhaps he would notice how it increasingly grew coagulated, almost akin to jelly, hardening and growing particularly lumpy as the trail lead through twisting allies and back streets until at last pausing in the midst of an street- the sun had begun to rise, the rain having ceased and the entire city being raised in a lovely sheen.

Truly, it was a beautiful city, no one would suspect the deadly beasts lurking within, would they? The surrounding area was taverns and bars, not yet filled with life as those who tended to stay the night would be swept out the doors by the inn keepers should they find particular drunkards still collapsed on their floors. The trail had all but vanished...

TheHopeseeker

The night passed into early dawn, but Allion did not tire. He pursued the trail with dogged determination, trying to tell himself this was merely another hunt; an endeavour beneficial to both parties involved, but somehow, he couldn't lie to himself about this one. This was personal.

Frowning in consternation when the trail faded into oblivion, he turned on his heel in a circle, looking about the surrounding area with a distasteful frown. The sun hit him full in the face as it rose waveringly above the horizon, prompting him to raise a hand to cover his eyes. Sighing softly, he turned towards the nearest open inn, deciding he might as well start his search somewhere.

AevumEternity

As Allion entered a Dark tavern, an old, wrinkled man, seemingly made from meticulously crumpled paper so white and flawed was his skin, looked up from wipping down a poished wooden counter that seemed smoothed by centuries of loving care,"... May I help ye, son?" He asked in a rather thick accent, lifting the dirtied rag.

TheHopeseeker

Allion glanced around the tavern warily, regarding its empty state with a critical eye. It was silent, bar the occasional creak or thump of sleeping patrons upstairs, so much so that he could hear his own heartbeat. He turned, eyes flickering over the old man, wondering how he stayed in such a business at such an age. Still, books and covers.

He moved over towards the counter, slinging his pack off his shoulder and dumping it by his feet as he claimed an empty stool. Folding his arms over the well polished wood, he nodded in greeting to the old man, licking his dry lips before he spoke, "An ale, please."

He didn't wish to tarry, but his body was still cursedly human, and he needed to conserve his energy for if -when- he found the beast. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to line the old man's coffers before he asked for information. A man with a little reassurance was an easier man to talk to.

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