The black-clad man's movements were incredibly refined. His figure cut through the night like a great eagle beneath Chetvine's dark sky. He avoided the brightly lit main district and instead moved through the low, tightly packed buildings of the old town, weaving smoothly between shadows.

Before long, he vanished completely into the night.

When he appeared again, he was already on the outskirts of Chetvine, inside a lone house, and someone had been waiting for him there.

It was a clean-shaven