Damon parted ways with Carls, muttering a quick farewell. There was something he needed to take care of alone. After asking for directions a few times, he reached his destination. Pulling his hood lower, he adjusted the blindfold over his eyes. It was an odd look, but it worked—most people assumed he was blind and paid him little mind.
He stopped in front of the house, a modest building nestled in a quieter part of Athor's Sanctuary. The tall walls and trees surrounding it gave the residence a sense of seclusion, shielding it from the bustle of the main town. The compound boasted a large garden space, its tranquility broken only by the occasional chirp of night creatures.
Damon's shadow perception expanded, stretching out to encompass the entire residence. His senses probed the house and the grounds. The interior was empty, but his focus shifted to the garden. There, he found his target.