Claes frowned.
How typical. Dump the inexperienced one on me, she thought to herself.
"I've been on several," she murmured.
Twenty, she thought to herself. She was rather proud that despite being one of the lower ranks she had participated in several witch hunts with considerable amount of success. Claes liked to remind herself of her accomplishments, but she did also sieve the fact on each one she had merely been a shadow meant to observe. Claes didn't need stuff like that in her secret paper resume of achievements in the back of her brain.
"We'll be lucky if we can make today your first capture, too," she said.
The two passed by several shops where people were selling weapons and armor and thingamajigs; baubles and souvenirs for tourists; potions of all sorts, food, flowers, sausages, lederhosen. The alley was wedged between the two buildings as the shopkeeper said. There were still a few cracks and stains in the pavement from the attack. The alley itself was unremarkable. A few trash cans at the back, a few burn marks from fire on walls where delinquents had snuck vulgar graffiti using cartic marks. Claes wrinkled her nose, but it was hard to tell if it was because of the garbage's smell, the graffitti or the fact there seemed to be nothing to show a trace of the Walpurgis.
"Check behind the dumpsters and the carts," she said. "Press around for secret entrances. I'll try to determine if any Walpurgis activity was here as of recent."
Claes raised both of her hands as several Cartic marks formed in the space between them. Bright, light blue symbols circled around each other and spun as a bead of light hovered in between. It pulsed steadily.
"There's very little remnant of Cantus here," she said. "But it is here. So your theory about a spell used to disappear is very likeable. Anything on your side?"
If Goibniu were to examine some of the trashcans and open them, he would find a long, black worn out cloak with burnt edges, a potion bottle, and a bright red flawless ruby in a gold broach's frame.
How typical. Dump the inexperienced one on me, she thought to herself.
"I've been on several," she murmured.
Twenty, she thought to herself. She was rather proud that despite being one of the lower ranks she had participated in several witch hunts with considerable amount of success. Claes liked to remind herself of her accomplishments, but she did also sieve the fact on each one she had merely been a shadow meant to observe. Claes didn't need stuff like that in her secret paper resume of achievements in the back of her brain.
"We'll be lucky if we can make today your first capture, too," she said.
The two passed by several shops where people were selling weapons and armor and thingamajigs; baubles and souvenirs for tourists; potions of all sorts, food, flowers, sausages, lederhosen. The alley was wedged between the two buildings as the shopkeeper said. There were still a few cracks and stains in the pavement from the attack. The alley itself was unremarkable. A few trash cans at the back, a few burn marks from fire on walls where delinquents had snuck vulgar graffiti using cartic marks. Claes wrinkled her nose, but it was hard to tell if it was because of the garbage's smell, the graffitti or the fact there seemed to be nothing to show a trace of the Walpurgis.
"Check behind the dumpsters and the carts," she said. "Press around for secret entrances. I'll try to determine if any Walpurgis activity was here as of recent."
Claes raised both of her hands as several Cartic marks formed in the space between them. Bright, light blue symbols circled around each other and spun as a bead of light hovered in between. It pulsed steadily.
"There's very little remnant of Cantus here," she said. "But it is here. So your theory about a spell used to disappear is very likeable. Anything on your side?"
If Goibniu were to examine some of the trashcans and open them, he would find a long, black worn out cloak with burnt edges, a potion bottle, and a bright red flawless ruby in a gold broach's frame.