>>5175201With matters at TPK thus attended to, and related obligations met, you request an early leave. Madam Mina grants it readily enough, be it because of the favourable impression you’ve left with her via magic or by your hard work seeking revenue streams and recruiting dancers. That or, perhaps, the Gala Attack and your breakup with Edwin have bought you some sympathy? Regardless, she puts up little fight and only admonishes you gently:
“Be careful, Kamunu. Stay close to the lights, and to crowds.”
“You’re sure you don’t want to stay in tonight, sweetie?” Felia asks, with maternal concern. “You know what’s been going on out there… First rat-monsters, now demons and cultists…”
You reassure them both that you’ll be fine, but neither seems altogether at ease. Mina, at least, knows something of your own abilities—even if you’ve scrubbed some of it from her mind. Felia thinks you merely a dancer and sexpot with minor aptitude for illusion magic. You smirk at the notion of yourself as an endangered innocent. If only she knew that you ARE the danger!
You depart The Pretty Kitty for the Hawksong night, donning…
>Something practical and inconspicuous from your wardrobe>Your leafweave armour, for maximum protectionOnce dressed properly for the occasion, you set about…
>Summoning your captured hellhound from its container, to have it help track down the other demonic escapees as swiftly as possible>Scouring the graveyards of the city for the wraith’s new hiding place>Tracking and monitoring the Paladin activity around the city, ready to intercept any demonic capture attempt>Coordinating with Inquisitor Felman and Tower Guardian Lithobathius, your mage thralls, to divide and conquer>Write-in 