Chapter 94: The Old Woman

Clad in his hooded cassock, veils and bow securely strapped in place, and his quiver hanging low on his hip, Sethlzaar left the hotel. When he relinquished his room key to the man behind the table at the entrance, the man said nothing, choosing to receive the key in silence. Smart men never asked priests questions. Especially when they were in their cassock.

The night was illuminated by glowing street lamps, and even after accepting three nights were more than enough to have grown accustomed to a bright night, it did nothing to shake away the wrongness he felt as he walked the streets.

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