In the capital city of Tefillin, it was getting dark. The blue sun had already sunk under the horizon, leaving the artificial lights to do their work. The cities traffic was still bustling, as it always was, and it was just time for shift changes. The air above was filled with sky-car lanes filling to the brim. Some were going home, tired after a long days work, and some were going to work, ready to make the money they lived off of. On the ground, poorer, or more nostalgic people, were walking along the tangled labyrinth of paved stone.
Among the small crowds of people who walked along the urban jungle, there was a man, medium height for a Zarethian, with alabaster skin, dark hair and full, blue eyes. He was dressed in a soft, smooth grak-skin leather jacket of a light cream color, with jeans and a white T-shirt. He wasn't payed much attention, and he didn't stand out in the crowd at all. Even in these war torn times, people still went about their business, he saw as he had seen countless times before.
He was looking for a man's house and he knew where to go because, well, he knew everything. He knew where Lucien Dolos, what he was and what message he had received. He knew that he was worried and that he had sent a message to the Mechera leader, Gregory Falzone, to investigate. He also knew exactly what happened. He walked along at a casual pace, his leatherbound sols clicking softly on the rough concrete, his footsteps fading into the beat of the crowds. He let his mind wander and listened in to the thoughts and lives of the people around him. They were dim, dour and simple people, concerned with their lives and livelihoods, trying to forget about the impending war. He smiled and his pace quickened. They were so sad, these simple creatures, they simply did not understand like he did. Then again, no one ever did.
He turned the corner and came up to the building where he knew Lucien lived. He knocked once, then a second time at the door and waited for it to be answered. He knew he had a friend on the way, and he was almost there. The... negotiations wouldn't take long once he got here, he thought with a grin. He often loved seeing people squirm awkwardly when he knew too much. It was going to be a joy to see a master at work.