Night Prowlers

Shalia Nix watched three dark robed figures walk towards the Obelisk of Fate and in her general direction. All three were wearing head and face coverings, wrapped tightly around their features. She could tell by the way he stalked the sands that the one at the head of the group was Amalu.
He carried a large sabre on his belt and a leather bandolier across his chest holding straight dirks.

His two companions were carrying similar swords in their belts but were armed with bows and arrows. They stayed behind as Amalu came close to the Odonine envoy keeping an eye on the nearby camps and celebrations. Amalu milky pupils seemed to gaze approvingly over the young woman’s gear, nodding.

“Our brothers and sisters are already prowling the city. Every suspected Helian that we are aware of is under watch.” He explained beckoning her to follow. She could tell they were not returning to the city proper but were heading towards one of the piers closer to the southern walls.

“We think we know where the woman we encountered before is hiding. She is not alone, our reports confirm.” He turned his face back to her, as his two companions fell in line behind them. “Could this be a group of Inquisitors?” he asked not really holding out for an answer.

The three Ozainae warriors and the Helian witch strode into the night eager for what was to come. They had a few nights to make their actions count. A few days before the new Seer started to exert her control over everything that took place in Gra'akast.

Those that watched the group made sure to give them a wide berth.