Night had fallen upon the land of Caesar. Deep in the midnight hours, Rosacer was jolted awake, his eyes snapping open.
Kirata was moving out of the tent, seemingly in the process of sealing it shut.
Rosacer carefully stepped back, hiding himself from sight, his gaze fixed firmly on Kirata.
Unbeknownst to presence of Rosacer, Kirata remained focused on closing the tent. He placed several artifacts and strange effigies at the entrance and scattered a few around it. Only after that did he glance sideways. When he appeared satisfied, he left, a suitcase clutched in his hand. The night sea breeze lifted the tent slightly, and Rosacer caught a glimpse of someone still inside.
That person looked directly into his eyes.
Rosacer shuddered. His intuition screamed at him as he quickly dashed back. But before he could get any farther, a hand seized him and violently yanked him into a darkened alley.
With a loud thud, he was slammed against the wall.
