Snippet #2133275

A man in a large trench coat walked briskly down the side of the street. His attire seemed a bit odd for this season, what with the heavy clothing and the scarf fastened tightly around his neck, but little mind was given to this man. For the better, he thought, clutching his briefcase tightly as he marched at a quick pace down the street. It would be quite embarrassing and awkward to run into someone he recognized. In truth, the man didn't wish to return to Portum Animas but business brought him back.

That business was the short order of, hopefully, finding a useful and willing associate for his project. It had been but faint rumors, of a person that had the ability to manipulate souls. They were old rumors, and probably prone to mistranslated details. But if such a person existed, then it could be the final piece he needed to complete his life's work and realize his goal. The only problem was that these rumors all pointed to Portum Animas, the city where such talents were looked down on and sometimes subjugated. Not to mention that he had his own grievances with the city.

The man pulled his hat down further over his eyes as he passed a wanted poster, with a bitter reminder of betrayal plastered on it. Bardon Hemos, probably one of the most wanted criminals in the city's history barring the upper echelon of the chaotic. A man called the blood sage, necromancer, and most often the heretical doctor. A man wanted for murder and desecration of corpses. His reappearance in the city would definitely cause a major stir, and so it would be best for now if he kept himself hidden. He had very important work to be done, and distractions from the following and what other powers that lie dormant in the city would be most... unwelcome.

For the time being though, when it came to the task at hand. He simply had to stay out of sight and keep an ear to the ground for this person he was looking for. He only knew that it was a she, and that 'she' would likely be where people most tired would gather or come from.