The night following the massacre, the Little Olive was an unusually quiet and reserved place, empty of all but a few patrons. Kelrien was working the bar alongside another, his shift nearly up for the evening. He was only going through the motions, though still completed this part of the job with no issue.
He knew why the building was silent and empty. People were scared. Apparently, a group of girls - his girls - had been found in one of the back alleys, killed in various gruesome ways. Stabbed, slashed, strangled, it didn't matter to him. Dead was dead. It was a shame, though, that the draugah had seen fit to follow that particular path. Those girls hadn't needed to die, but...well, they knew the risks. This was Zantaric, after all.
So, really, it was nothing new. Kelrien was only mildly irritated because he'd liked a few of those girls. But, this was something he'd planned for, and he had a course of action to follow suit. One that didn't involve getting a group of innocent - Kel chuckled to himself at that, no one was innocent in Zantaric - girls killed.
"Oi, Breylac. I'm out." Kel dropped the towel he'd been holding on the bar, and turned toward the younger man. "I'm not sure when I'll be back in today, but you know what to do. Hold anyone lookin' for me as long as you can, and if they won't wait, have 'em leave me a message. And if they won't do that, they aren't worth my time. Or yours." The elf smirked toward the human, and winked. "Have a good one. I know I will."
Kel didn't wait on any response, nor did he expect one. The other bartender, as well as two of the four patrons, were agents. One of the other two were messengers. The last was three sheets to the wind and dead asleep after ranting and raving about some swindler in a pawn shop, who was probably selling stolen goods anyway, and blah, blah, blah. Info that maybe he could use later, unless it turned out the pawn shop was one of his.
In which case, the man was right, and most of the product was likely stolen, but that wasn't important. Just mildly amusing.
As he stepped into the night air, Kelrien took in a deep breath. The night was cool and crisp, and the moon overhead cast it's light onto his pale flesh. The glow began to emanate from within him, a dim light that tinged his flesh with a purple hue, giving him an eerie, ethereal color. The Moonglow was a part of him now, and the night would make way for him. He took four steps into the streets, and vanished in a flash of blue light.
Across town, he reappeared much the same way, a pulse of light and the sound of parting air signalling his arrival via the light of the moon. He found himself in that back alley, where he was told the bodies had been discovered. Someone had removed them, naturally - the city was generally seedy enough, without corpses scattered in its alleyways, though the blood still stained the earth and the brick of the buildings surrounding it. He'd come to investigate, to see if something left behind could allow him to glean further information.
Unfortubately, it seemed rather cut and dry. He already knew what had happened, as far as the girls being killed was concerned, and the spattered blood everywhere wasn't telling him any different. It was a slaughter, plain and simple. Perhaps if he'd thought to bring Astyrian along, the Sunspot could have used his hocus-pocus to figure something else out, but he had other means of gathering information.
The elf turned his gaze from the bloodied alley to the thoroighfare beyond, his eyes arched as he considered his options. On one hand, he could mad-rush their base of operations and enact revenge on the needless deaths, and likely die himself as he threw himself on their blades. But only someone plainly stupid and dimwitted would seriously consider such a course, and Kelrien certainly wasn't dim. On the other hand, he could learn, he could watch, and he could talk to those who may know-
Oh. The girl from before...that pretty feathered thing that had sent the other girl back, after they'd seen his girls across the way. She seemed to have some pull with her companions, and maybe knew some things about the goings on of that whole operation. It was worth a try, anyway.
Besides that, she was damned gorgeous, and he wouldn't mind spending some time with her, anyway. Kelrien smirked to himself, and shoved his hands into his pockets as he made his way out of the alley to the streets beyond.
Today was going to be very productive, one way or the other.