Curfew couldn't stop Aaran from his daily incursions. After striking off three names from the list, Aaran looked at the distant clock tower.
11:23 pm.
He still had forty minutes to spare. He once again opened the list of names, wondering who was the closest to his location. There was one guy, but Aaran planned on killing him later.
Duke Arag wasn't a simple person to deal with. Not because he was strong, but because killing him without preparation could cause unforeseen complications.
But I could scout the location.
Aaran jumped from rooftop to rooftop, making his way to the warehouse where the duke conducted his illegal dealings. The cold night air bit into his skin, as the town was shrouded in silence.
Only patrolling guards walked the streets, but they didn't have their hearts in the job. Otherwise, they would have noticed a strange man jumping on rooftops.
