The evening held a slight chill, which made Rhychard keep his cloak wrapped tight around his body. Fall was approaching, and even though the daytime hours were still sweltering, the nights sometimes held a chill a person’s body wasn’t ready to feel. Rhychard hid behind a row of bushes along the side of the Leary Building, the side door into the building only a few feet away. He doubted Aradhon gave up the building, needing a place to run his evil empire for the Unseelie, a base of operations of sorts, and why not? The Learys weren’t going to need it any longer.