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Cain clambered over a giant bust of a some long forgotten mythical beast hanging from the side of a cathedral sized Greco-Roman structure. To survive in this city it was best to stay silently out of sight and only observe. He slipped past the traps he had left at the entrance to this section of the city's tunnel system, into a narrow, dark passageway. The whole of Necropolis was honeycombed with tunnels large and small, entrances hidden on the smooth black stone that made up the city.

Once inside he ripped off the rag wrapped around his left hand, stashing it in a pouch on his sash. The light rune engraved on surface of his leather glove glowed softly. With the passageway illuminated he continued on through the tunnel, ducking into passages this way and that he slowly ascended to the higher, more inhabited sections of the city. He was trying to reach the lookout point he had found on a tower near the top of the mound that was Necropolis. It was a dangerous place to attempt to reach, but it provided one of the best views over the surrounding landscapes which made it worth it. Cain ducked out of another tunnel into a wide square. As usual, it was very sparsely populated with no true threats in sight. He moved smoothly and silently, sticking close to the wall of the square before ducking into an alleyway. Cain then kicked off one of the side of the alley, leaping up to a handhold overhead and using it to then scramble onto the rooftops. The dark city was illuminated by the red glow of lava-flows running through the area like rivers giving it a eery and sinister mood.

Cain could see the tower now, he dashed towards it, passing over rooftops like a ghost. He slipped through one of the lower windows and began his ascent of the black tower. He reached the observation room with little incident, gaining access to the view the tower offered. He scanned the city for activity, though there was little at this hour, it was why he chose to make his rounds now. He looked off in the distance, searching for a sign of the main Templar force's arrival. The signal-fire had not been lit yet.
"Maybe tomorrow..." Cain growled quietly to himself. He turned to make his way back to his regular hiding spot before the feeling overcame him. Always trusting his instincts Cain slipped his bow off his back and strung it with the speed only a true adept could achieve. He was no longer alone, someone knew he was here. He fingered his quiver nervously, eyes darting in every direction, waiting to see if his gut was right.