A Drunkard's Fantasy

Afena took to the streets that very night. Rudsis' help wasn't necessary to get what she wanted, and it was better to do so while the streets were empty, and the people asleep.

Besides, the night and its shadows were perfect for her lorsul furs. If there was ever a danger of crossing someone else's path, all she had to do was slink into the dark corners, and let the furs adopt their blackness to make her practically invisible. Even if she ran into some twsisted soul that found some perverse joy in killing others, whatever weapon they may carry, it would not be strong enough to get past her protections.