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The buzz of activity that normally filled the promenade of Wing City's western boulevard quieted to a low hum when evening approached. The street-lights were aglow, casting an orange light across the street's bricked surface. The families and couples that made up the crowd passing to and from the nearby lake's beach during the day had dwindled to but a few, either families with older children or couples out on a romantic evening. Many of the stalls that lined the road had packed up and gone home, though a few selling various hot foods and treats remained for the evening crowd, and many restaurants and cafe's continued to emit a warm glow out into the chilled night.

It was to the side of the promenade, on a grassy ledge just outside the gardens, that Rune was sat cross-legged in the shade of a tree. It was quite difficult to make him out clearly, something about his unnaturally pale form that blurred in with the dark. His cloak was wrapped about him, and he appeared to be hunched over a card game of some sort.

The odd thing was that though the cards were laid out in what appeared to be the setup for Texas Hold 'Em, or a similar poker-based game, his opponent was nowhere to be seen. Their pair of cards were visible laid out on the opposite side of the flop cards to Rune, but they themselves were conspicuous in their absence.

In the meantime, a short way down the street, a little weasel darted from shadow to shadow as it approached a burger stand. When the attendant was distracted speaking with a customer, the weasel made its move. It nimbly scurried up the side of the stand, settling itself beside where the food was laid out, and started to quickly shovel various burgers, sausages and buns into what appeared to be a tiny backpack it wore.

It wasn't to last, though, and after only a few seconds of looting, the attendant laid eyes on it. "Oi! Stop that you little fuck!" he yelled, prompting the weasel to leap off the stand and dash away into the night with the man in hot pursuit.