The mists had started settling in after the sunset. The amount of people walking up and down seemed to lessen as the night grew. Neither the darkness nor the persistent mists stopped men from entering the bars for a drink. Among the usual faces of the bar goers was a man who seemed a bit anxious. Maybe it wasn’t good for an informant to know everything. Things such as who’s after him and who wants him dead.

Wight was one of those people. He staked out in an alley near the bar. Kames read the book himself. He was lacking his usual wit, so Wight assumed he must be engrossed in the text. After an hour, someone indeed came out into the mists. It was Vuuto. Seems tonight he wasn’t feeling up to his usual business. He walked with a quickened pace, looking around every corner and even behind his back every so often when the need arose.

Wight motioned to Kames who slipped the book into the derlin’s open satchel. He tucked it next to the filled water sac that Wight always kept with him. They walked out onto the dirt road, staying behind and away from Vuuto as much as they could reasonably. Wight used a bit of the water from his sac in order to create a tunnel of steam from the man to him. Another cloud of steam covered him and Kames, hiding them among the mist.

They turned a corner and Kames stepped on a small rock accidently, creating some noise. Vuuto instantly turned around but Kames created the illusion of a small animal that ran through the street. It wasn’t well detailed, as that would require a higher Class of Wheel. The illusion worked, fooling Vuuto into a fake sense of relaxation. Wight glared at Kames for a second before they continued tailing the man. He tried being more careful after that point.

It wasn’t long before Vuuto stopped at the door of a house. He stepped into said house, closing the door behind him. It wasn’t much of a house, more of a single roomed shack with a window. “I’ve got an idea, move over there and force the window down. We’re strong enough for that at least,” Wight said. Kames did as he instructed, forcing on the window with all his might.

Wight checked to make sure before trying to listen to the conversation happening inside.

“It’s no good. I got the key, but that nosy lawman will get into that castle one way or another,” one of the men said.

“Chev won’t like that, but I’ll negotiate with him, somehow,” The other man said. They talked about nothing of importance after that fact. Wight put his plan into motion, opening another vial of a different liquid. He turned it into steam and started pouring it into the room through the door’s slit.

“Aww hell, Ravo, what is that?” the first man asked.

“I-I don’t know. Check the door!” Ravo said to the two other men. They started banging on the door and when that didn’t work, they moved onto the window, finding the same result. They started screaming, no doubt waking some of the neighbours. Wight kept pumping the gas into the chamber, hoping it would be enough to knock all three of the men out.

After a few minutes, they’d stop moving around so much. They must have been tired from all the screaming or banging, as the gas had taken effect sooner than Wight predicted. He let go of the door, walking in on a 3 men laid down on the ground. Wight called over Kames, who entered into the room with him. Wight noticed the bump in one of the man’s pocket; pulling out a key from it. He checked them to make sure they weren’t carrying any other keys, before tying them up like the others. He didn’t particularly care if these men lived, as they had tried to have him killed twice now.

“Now either we’ve been tricked by a supreme genius, or we actually have what we came here for,” Wight said.

“Or both, and there’s a terrifying beast waiting inside the ruins of that place,” Kames said.

“I say we finally go and have ourselves a look, don’t you agree?” Wight asked.

“That would be best, yes,” he answered. They left the room, making sure to close the doors behind them and make sure the men didn’t escape. Wight would have to interrogate them later personally. But first came the castle. He wanted Kames to get his personal business over with so that they could properly begin doing what he came here for. Wight also couldn’t deny his detective side the pleasure of solving a mystery such as this. Why had the trustman killed himself? Maybe in that mystery lied a way for Wight to resolve the bias that the people had against anyone from outside.