Chapter 36: Reunions

The man with the black beard had twisted and turned through the darkened streets of Hammercleft. I thought I had lost him several times, but he’d run so far and so fast that twice I found him again by hearing his breathing. It was the strangest of chases; once, he’d thought to turn back and try to attack me. There were, however, no people around, and I had a sword. I swung it once, well enough to have cost him a hand or a foot had I connected, and he’d decided against it. Once we’d gotten on to Ergbeist street, I’d let him run out in front a ways, at least somewhat certain that I’d know a House of Civius when I saw it. As it turned out, I didn’t need to.