Raziel sat on the edge of his bed, the room was lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the narrow window.
He didn't light a candle.
He preferred the dark, It made it easier to see the interface when it popped up.
The shadows in the corner of the room shifted and didn't move naturally they clumped together, rising from the floor until they formed a human silhouette.
Arawn Rivers stepped out of the darkness, wearing his gray scribe tunic but the edges were stained with fresh mud.
"You need better security," Arawn said.
Raziel didn't flinch. "What do you want, Arawn?"
Arawn walked over to the small wooden desk and leaned against it.
"Marius is moving again, I thought torturing him and handing his confession to the Inquisition would keep him quiet. I was wrong, fear is making him desperate."
"Who did he meet with?"
"The hooded figure," Arawn answered. "The one from the crypt, one pulling his leash. They met in the old catacombs an hour ago."
