Sidivin sat on a rooftop, letting the breeze from the river pass through his loose hair. Light, peace at last. There was no one in the tower that could find him now, not unless they had the dark one's own luck. He chuckled to himself, There is no dark one, now. No shai'tan. But there are still those that serve his evil... He banished that thought from his mind, not wanting to ruin his good mood.
He leaned back on his elbows to watch an osprey glide in smooth circles high above. He was content, no pressing matters to attend to, no agitating questions from foolish petitioners. I might even be able to take a nap for once... I haven't had one of those in years. He lay back against the molded tile roofing. It wasn't very comfortable on the rooftop, but at least he was alone...
When he woke, the sun had set and the typical noise of the city had allready died down. Light, how long have I slept? The clay tiles were still warm from the day's sun, and he guessed about one hour after nightfall. He stood up, balancing precariously on the wavy form of the tiles. Looking down, he was able to see the street clearly. Empty, save for a drunk sleeping in a doorstep. Well, I hope nobody at the tower needed me. Maybe I could sneak back in... He grinned at the thought. Of course he could sneak back in, he had done it for years after such excursions into the city, and usually his absence was not noticed. Time to go.
He leaped from the rooftop, wraping himself in Saidin. His landing was softened by a weave of air, and as soon as his feet were on the ground he set off at a sprint towards the Tower. Nothing like a good run to wake you up. He thought. He streaked past houses, inns, and merchant carts with the shutters locked for the night. He didn't understand why they still locked them, everybody in the city knew the penalty for stealing, and it was strictly enforced by both towers. You could leave a bag of gold marks out on a table in the roughest bar in the citiy and it would surely be there when you came back. He sighed through his heavy breathing. No matter how long they existed, it seemed people would fear those who used the One Power.
As he passed a narrow alley he spotted a movement that caught his eye. Two shadowy forms stood stooped over a lump on the paving stones. Grunts issued from the men, and then a cry of pain. He realized the lump was a man. A man being mauled. "You, stop that NOW!!!" He barreled into the alley at full speed, hurling the men from the broken form. One of the men's head cracked against the alley wall, and he crumpled in a heap. The man took one look at his partner and snarled an Sidivin. "You'll pay for that, bloody goatkisser!!"
A glint of steel flashed in the mans hands as he rushed at Sidivin. He quickly channelled flows of air around the man to incapacitate him, but yelled in surprise as the weaves slid off the man as if they didn't exist. "Bloody light!!" His hesitation lasted only for a moment, though and then the man was upon him, screaming curses. Faster than lightning Sidivin's sais flashed into his hands. The first caught the man with it's wicked spike straight through his neck, while his left arm brought the other under and up, puncturing a lung. The screaming stopped. Blood gurgled through the man's mouth and Sidivin let him fall, turning his attention to the bloody form on the ground.
The man was old, probably in his eighth decade of life. He was barely alive, his face was a swollen mas of bruises and cuts, and his breathing was shallow. He needs help, and soon. But first... He turned to the man he had killed, lying on the ground with lifeless eyes staring at the night sky. There was nothing unusual about the man, save for a small ring decorating his left hand that seemed out of place with the man's garments. He recognized it at once for what it was, cuendillar. A small figure of a vixen's head decorated the band, which was formed form two intertwined fox tails. There was something strange about it, something cold, empty. He shuddered as he put it into his pocket. Time enough to ponder later. This man needs help, and I could never heal worth a dead goat. He wove air around the man to gently lift his fragile form from the ground. He then made a hasty gateway, straight to the infirmary. Light, I hope I'm not too late. This man needs to give us some answers.
Continued in Infirmary