6th of Bargenholt
After Midnight
Undercity
Cyrus

As the spies continued to search through the maze of access tunnels connecting Taelarys’ sewers to the vague regions beyond, Cyrus pulled up short, and with a gesture, his men followed suit. Dimming the glowing wand in his hand to its lowest setting, Cyrus strained his ears; he’d heard something just a moment before, but no further sound came as he waited in the dank gloom for several heartbeats. Despite the silence, the spy felt certain that he and his men were no longer alone, and he signaled his followers to make no sound as they advanced.

With another gesture, two of the spies peeled off and headed down a side tunnel, moving obliquely toward the source of the disturbance. As their dark-clad forms receded down the hall, Cyrus and the remaining spy continued to move forward, eyes and ears straining against the eternal night of the Undercity.

8th of Bargenholt
2PM
The Diamond Club
Tarin & Co.

As Tarin entered the Diamond Club, he cast an appraising glance around the room. There were many nobles present, and the room was resplendent with the colors and patterns of their outfits; they seemed almost to be celebrating the downfall of one they had formerly counted as their own. Behind him, the Inquisitor could hear Jameson greeting the Emperor’s son, and he managed to interrupt his observations in time to turn and bow politely as the royal scion passed.

As the prince moved on, Tarin straightened, and taking a glass of rich red wine from an attendant, he moved forward, eager to get his first glimpse of the Arena’s layout through the massive windows of the Club. While the gray-haired Inquisitor took in the view, Marcos stood faithfully by his side, although Revin had disappeared into the crowd, likely in search of valuable information from drunken or incautious lips.

Sipping his wine, Tarin smiled; today promised to be quite the spectacle indeed.