Water in the field, they walked in the rain. Jeryl, silent by her side, held up an umbrella to keep off the rain over himself and his ward.

"Miss, sir is going to wonder what his daughter is doing out in the rain. Moreover, i sense he is getting a wind of what you are doing."

"So if you say so, then is it wrong to meet a good friend of mine?" Her voice, carrying a slight tone of indignation, made Jeyrl look towards her direction.

Her hazel eyes looked back into the greys of his, she stopped walking, keeping her gaze on him.

Jeryl sighed, a deep sound, "It is not wrong mademoiselle, but your father might not want it."

"Why does he have to interfere in everything i do?" She looked away, but Jeryl thought he saw some moisture in her eyes.

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The Nightwalker stepped onto gravel, one that of a human laid one.

It had been sometime since he had visited a town, and a well guarded one at that. Before they let him in, he was to surrender his weapons, he knew that these guards were well armored and had numbers that alone, was impossible to defeat.

His side was lighter, but near his chest it was heavier with a concealed dagger.

He kept to the darkness and away from the lighted oil lamps that lit the street, adbit not brightly so. Light from the houses too, lighted the street, with all this light, it was not hard to see why he generally kept away from human settlements.

But tonight, it was a different case.

His informant had said it was the Red Mallet. So far, he had passed two taverns bearing names not similar to that.

Another building up front on the street threw more light onto the street than the surrounding buildings and by the shape of the sign, he knew that he had found the place he was looking for.

-Captain Mook