At night the city seemed a different place. The street lights flickered like old London Coal Gas, giving things an orange unreliable glow with a few spots of bright gold to mark the lanterns. The stones on the ground were cobblestones with a slick patina of moisture and footfalls echoed with a rocky clatter. There was a fog hanging in the air that made it hard to see further than half a block or so in any direction and few folks seemed to be walking the streets.<br/><br/>Jason was unaware of Penelope's contemplations as she pondered the fate of her corpse. He had his hand on her lower back beneath her staff because he enjoyed touching her and out of a minor paranoia about them being attacked. He was mildly regretting his armor coming in black trim when he saw the dark shadowy atmosphere. Turning in a circle he grumbled quietly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Looks like a Jack the Ripper setting. Not creepy at all" </span>The sarcasm was evident on the last part.<br/><br/>He knew they couldn't be killed within the city but he had already seen that they could be attacked. He made sure his shield was equipped properly and moved so that Penelope was situated on the side his shield covered; he wanted to protect her. He also made sure his sword would be easy to draw and he found the muscle memory flowed smoothly despite never having trained with it in life. He didn't know if the stores would be open at night. Some games had hidden rules when it came to who and what was open in the dark periods.