Felix Caelus

Well. He tried. The thief's cries are already distant, muffled by the shifting shadows. Felix doubts he could find her by himself. Besides, he's already pushed his luck once with Naugus.

"She is?" He looks into the murk ahead, trying to see what Naugus is following. Is that the path, or a trick of his meager human senses? All doubt should be dispelled by the pale figure that emerges from the darkness ahead. The flick of a tail, the ripple of a cloak: their guiding Sentinel has returned.

"You return swiftly," remarks the shade of Hizan-dar. He sounds amused. Or pleased. "Are you prepared to face the Night Mistress once more?"

Felix draws a slow breath, pushing any lingering doubts or regrets from his mind. "The task she set us is complete. We're ready."