With that in mind, you duck out of sight and into the subterranean entrance to your sect's home base, the terrified human backing away slowly from the alley mouth. Long past are the days when you would have related with their fright; now, you're just concerned about the immediate. Will you survive today? Tomorrow? Humans are but trifling concerns — these days, the most common cause of death among your kind is from within your own ranks.
Which that bastard Kitral learned the hard way, those few weeks ago.
You take a moment to snicker to yourself, under your breath, as you enter your home. He'd never seen it coming.
One down — one more to go.
Walk to your quarters to deliberate for a moment. The watch is lost for the time being, but something may be gained by taking a moment to prepare before your next encounter.
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