Late night. Stone Town District.
Silence covered the marble streets of the wealthy district. Only the faint sound of guard patrols could be heard in the distance. The light of the full moon made the shadows between the pillars of the grand buildings even deeper and blacker.
In a dark alley between two luxury villas, Fyar and Zaefal stood pressed against a wall. Both wore practical black clothing. Fyar's new black hair made him blend in with the darkness. Their brief meeting at the ruins a few hours ago felt like a long time ago. Xavier had provided a few artifacts and the last information they had on Vorlag. He would also prepare an interrogation room so they could not be disturbed later.
Zaefal checked the artifacts in his hand: Hexa-Stones and thin scrolls.
