Waiting, Waiting, I do not like this inaction. I have been here for the last several days questioning and shifting through the rubble of Driscal's burned out shop. Nothing is to be found. The people know nothing or are scared, of them or me I am uncertain. Several of his friends are missing too, their shops burned to the ground also. That it is the rats I am certain. I know I am neglecting the children at the orphanage but I can not concentrate on being a healer while my friend is missing. I will pay a physician to look in on them.
Hours pass, a small boy comes to me bearing a note. I thank him and give him some change for sweets. There is an address on it. 212 Pendelton Way, midnight, Come alone. That is near the docks, a warehouse I believe. Looking at my watch, just a few hours from now. Should I tell the others…. No this is my problem I won't endanger them.
I am here. It is still early. Testing the door it is unlocked. I go inside and shut it behind me. Lots of crates, it appears to have been recently filled with new goods. I find a place to watch unnoticed. Time passes I hear scraping. Looking I see the sewer grate slide aside and those damn foul rat men slinking in. This theft does not appear random. they are taking from particular crates. Not a lot so as to go unnoticed but very particular items. Salt, sulfur, garlic, many herbs and chemical items. I wish Silas were here he would know what it means. Smiling to myself and Kitty would already be picking them off. No I cant become too attached, they will loathe me when they know I am a monster too. They are coming this way, They stop. I think they sense me, good I'm tired of hiding. Rushing forward in a burst of speed I crush two of them before they know what happens. The rest are grabbing their packages and diving back into the sewers. I grab one and choke him. against a crate,
Growling at him "Where is Driscal Chang"
Rat spits upon Brian
Brian "Where is he" slamming rat against the crate cracking it
Through bloody lips It smiles at me "your creators send you greeting"
It's eyes close and it falls limp in my hands, In my anger I squeezed to hard. What does it mean? My creator died. I saw him dead with my own eyes. A shadow blocks the light, spinning I see a figure, Marcus Farr, Enforcer of the Faith's Chosen, they have found me again. I feel something hit me and know no more
I awaken, sore and weak. It is morning a knife is in my chest with a note.
The Chosen are coming to London. I must save Mr. Chang and leave before they hurt my companions. Perhaps it is time to see this new America that Kitty talks of. Removing the knife, I leave making my way back to our estate.
Brian awarded 1 Benny and 1 XP