Scholomance seldom cared for visiting the industrial district since his breakup with Gwen, but he often found more Negaverse agents lingering in its recesses. On nearly every night spent in the area, Scholomacne felt at least one of the little moralistic fellows on their journey to drain someone's life force. He supposed it caused less uproar, solicited fewer news articles to drain a thug to death, and that stealing from a thief often felt better than stealing from the high society brats in the Old Town distict. Whatever their reason, they congregated there, and in a considerable enough number that Scholomance could reliably go picking fights where needed.

And he needed it that night - terribly so. Anger built in him with certainty those days, stretching his self-restraint to delirious limits. Selling the store weighed ever more heavily on his mind due to such occurrences, and Vargas himself pushed for such an outcome. Even if it was out of personal motivations in the end, Scholomance knew he had to trust the other man's judgment. Isaiah's pleasant demeanor slipped with each passing day, and soon he'd start to tear down the customer base.

But tonight, that didn't matter. As he faced the warming mightly breeze, Scholomance passsed between rooftops with a trained sureness in his step. At the very edges of his senses, he searched for those who would linger and drain - for those who thought they could finish their duty and slip from a knight's awareness long before he sensed them. And as he descended from the gargoyl atop a great brick-and-concrete bank building, he felt a presence yet unexpected for the night: a page.

Even after declaring his allegiances, Scholomance knew he had no business with pages. But where one so low in rank existed, others found opportunity. Perhaps in meeting with this signature, he might unearth more youma, morel ieutenants, more opportunistic captains. So he crossed another tarred roof, slid down the tiled facade of one of the older buildings, and landed in an overgrown receiving area that emptied into another side street. Darting down the way, he passed a pair of lengthy warehouses before he gained significant ground on the page's auric energy. He only hoped they would stop moving away from him long enough for a light introduction.

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