His admiration for Seraph Null's cruelty aside, they still needed a place to rest and a base of operations.
"Normally, if this were Aetherus, an inn would suffice."
Still, he turned his head, scanning the streets. There had to be some place offering lodging. His stomach grumbled softly.
Then a louder rumble followed.
He paused. That one was not his.
He turned slightly and caught Sithara raising her eyebrows, eyes wide in embarrassment.
Her face reddened until it was almost crimson.
"I… I…" She lowered her head, muttering, "Just… hungry…"
Damon smiled faintly.
"Suppose the neatest place to gather information would be a tavern."
Lazarak nodded in agreement.
"Let us ask the locals here for directions."
Damon shook his head.
"They would eat you alive in a place like this. We already have eyes on us. The idea is to—"
He reached out suddenly, shadows surging from the walls, grabbing a man from a nearby alley by the neck and slamming him against the wall.
