Thomas
Noctis would study the disk- he'd been asleep when the plagues had happened and he only understood vague stories about them. He felt like a child in the world, he'd have to commit to study the histories at some point. Sighing he moved over to the the dead men and checked their bodies himself as Almonde studied for the missing assailant. 

"Yes, older men indeed. That is peculiar, and human of all things here in Velaris. This is definitely not a thieves guild we're dealing with and yet... Yet all this to rob Noctis and now this man? It didn't make sense. Scrubbing his head, he'd remove the dagger mechanism from the man's arm- it intrigued him and perhaps he could make use of it. He also slipped the loose dagger into his boot. Weapons left behind were a treasure for another and he wasn't exactly armed- he had to take what he could get. 

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Meanwhile Almonde would find that they most likely escaped or entered through the window. There was enough blood splattered around the room to make it hard to determine who had gone where- but no bloody footsteps had been visible in the halls beyond. They were on the third story and below there was plenty of raucous villagers- however the music and distractions would have made it entirely possible to use the window of an inn as an exit and entry point. A torn black piece of fabric drifted in the shingles above. 

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"Almonde, I think we've gotten everything we can. We should leave this inn and perhaps visit another one, or a shop. Change locale- it'll either force them to move on us or at the least, throw them off long enough for us to track them instead. We know some members may be missing fingers and we should scan older men as a priority." He said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. "Won't do to dwell here."
Gwendolyn
*Upon finding signs that the surviving attacker had most definitely escaped through the window, she'd carefully listen to Noctis's words. Only confirming her suspensions.*

```"They had most definitely escaped through the window, they must have been agile and skilled to climb onto these roofs."```

*She'd inform the man while eyeing that drifting fabric, whoever they were, they could possibly have a torn cloak. Older humans with missing ring fingers, who used hidden blades and throwing daggers. The duo would get a clearer picture of what to look for. Listening to the man's suggestion, as his hand was placed on her shoulder.*

```"Let's head to the shop, arm yourself and hopefully lead them away from the tavern folk. Sounds like you're confident that they'd search for us."```

*She'd say with a calm tone, while pondering on what the motives were for these black nights. But, that would need to wait. With a firm nod, the devotee would waste no time in discussion and made her way down the stairs with a cautious eye. Checking the same place where the red eyes were, she'd take the lead with her shield up. Should they make it to the ground floor with conflict, she'd be quick to make her way outside and towards the shop.*
Thomas
Despite the dark turn of events, the night outside was nothing short of beautiful. A painting of the gods displayed out in front of them inappropriately- the stars were brilliantly bright and numerous beyond counting. The tall dense trees of the the Velaris forest were dancing participants in the festivities, fairy lights bobbed and weave in a borealis of color, torches flickered as if jumping along to the tune of the bards which played merrily along through the village streets. It was beauty, it was life- it was a mask the world was wearing on a dark night of loss. 

"Agile indeed." Noctis commented as they stepped outside and he peered at the steepled roof of the inn. The inn had been mostly empty by the time they'd come downstairs, Cynthia nowhere to be seen and only a few burly men with clubs around to guard the inns supplies. The demigod found himself thinking about the fact that less than a year ago he'd been here, confused after awaking from an eons long slumber. Now he felt in the same shoes, lost and without purpose once again. As if he'd made no progress at all since he'd left. It made his stomach sour. 

"Come on Almonde, let's get to the shop." He said, protectively pushing her gently ahead of him to walk. If arrows were to be fired it would likely be at their back, not their front. The tiny woman was almost humorous to him in her armor, so pretty and soft spoken- yet so determined and brave, eager to help. Truly devoted to her goddess. He wondered if the goddess had any devotion back. 

The shop they sought was not far from the tavern, it was a two story building that seemed rather ramshackle- but in a charming manner. The wood was cracked and splintered but there were no outright holes, the curtains were mismatched and moth eaten but none of the windows were broken and a lantern had a purple flame besides the door, casting an enchanting light upon the place. Within there was the flicker of lantern light, so the business was apparently open with late h