Kyra appeard next to Cian. He was sitting around a campfire in the woods. His eyes where sharp, but he didn't move. You know the rules he said, still staring into the amazing flames. -But she needed help. -She didn't and you know that why else did you just left. -Listen up Cian we heve been protecting here since she was born you're not going to tell me that we're just gonne stay hidden forever. and by the way I realy care about her. I want her to feel safe. -I like her too but we should have done our job like we alway did unseen but very close. Theres much more in the game than just her. -Cian she even remembered you! Cian smiled soft and finaly turned his face. Kyra continued: the pons are moving. We cant just sit here waiting for her to get attacked. I know shes stong she has been carying her fait for so long now, but we cant just let here do this on her own. Cian stood up he knew she was right. It just felt like this wasnt the right moment. He picked up the hapid ages ago to just wait for the good moment to even win battles wich were lost before he even began to fight. But ofcourse even he could be surprised. What if this was some trap. He tried no to tink about it. Just stay aware, keep your head cool...

Silverspear easily glided through the night, using his favorite means of travel, jumping rooftop to rooftop. He had been asking around about anything to do with vampires or werecreatures, anything at all, from names and what their after to shoe size and hair color. Nothing had come up yet... odd, Silverspear thought, usually this town is crawling with all types of odd information... why wouldnt it be now? The answer hit Silverspear like a punch in the face. Soneone was TRYING to keep him with no information... keep him out of the "loop" of what was going on. Even if he got information, he realized, he couldnt trust it. There was only one thing left to do. Silverspear dropped from the building he was on. Where could he find reliable information in a place where someone was possibly getting paid to keep information from him? Who wouldnt value their life over information?

Mashekle Darkthorn, famous politician by day, and ravenous creature by night, had just finished paying off the streets top informants, and eating those who refused payment. "Aaaahhhhh, life is good." He said as he stretched out in his penthouse, with a full belly, and a bloody marry. "Now if only my intel guys can dig up some info on that strange little vamp I met tonight.."

It wasnt going to be long, Silverspear knew. An few minutes or two, no longer. Silverspear worked his blade ferociocly, left then right, up then down. He wove around the informants sword, he had to keep a low profile here, he was barely off of the street, any loud ringing would draw too much attention to escape from, and attacking one of these informants (who allied themselves with very powerful people) would result in swift and unescapeable death. Silverspear snapped his wrist, and brought his silver glowing dagger between the eyes of his dark skinned opponant. "Alright! I give up, let me go!" he pleaded. Silverspear scoffed, "I already asked before, tell me what i want to know. Who is it that so wants me, or anyone else, to get absolutely no information? Who is it that dares shut down this city's information grid? dont tell me its not important, im not a fool, so dont take me for one!" Silverspear pressed his dagger closer, drawing a drop of blood from the informants skin. "It was Mashekle! Mashekle paid us all! please let me go!" "Where is he? where can i find him?" A flash of hope crossed through the informants eyes, but he quickly forced on himself a panicked look. "He lives at the far end of the city," he said, bobbing his head a little too eagerly, "His is the building backed to the cliff, with the great walls. It's heavily guarded. I wouldn't go in if I was you" "A pity you're not," Silverspear returned, lowering his dagger a bit. The informant took his chance with a dash toward the street. Silverspear tossed his dagger, it landed neatly in the back of the informant's head, and he quickly walked over to remove the dagger, "A pity you're not."

Silverspear gazed out from the top of a tree, at the largest building in the city. the architexture was amazing, spirals coming up from certain sections, flower gardens in opened courtyards, great fountains with huge fish happily swimming around.. the informant hadnt lied, either, it was backed into a wall, parts of it shaded throughout the day. it was an easily defendable spot, guards patrolled the rooftops, the floors. outside of the fortress, guards posed as peasants, eating, sitting, reading, all waiting for something to happen. Silverspear hoped that this would be worth it. Staring at the inpenetrable fortress, silverspear began to doubt if he actually could get through alive. he shook any such thoughts from his head, there had to be a way in, there always was. Silverspear let his eyes focus on the cliff above the fortress. what if i dropped through into it? he thought and posed as one of thier guards.... it didnt take long at all to get into the fortress from above, and silverspear silently congradulated himself. he now lay in wait in the shadows of one of the many gardens, he just needed one guard by himself to come through, and he would be on his way to the boss. A dark cloud slid over the garden as Silverspear tensed, hearing footsteps down the hall.