Uncas had made  his way outside after leaving Erebus’ room. He again examined the spot where the imp appeared to have fallen. The rain had washed away much of the track, so he began to work scenarios in his mind as he gazed around the area. His attention was drawn to a darkened alleyway that overlooked the scene and he made his way there.<br/><br/>The ground was clean from the rain, and all that remained was a set of heavy prints  that showed someone had been waiting here. There was no indication of the person coming or going, only a strange charring where the prints remained.   A pinch of the dirt on his tongue told Uncas all he needed to know. He double spat and then headed back to the inn.  He needed to prepare.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>He had sat before the dying fire for nearly an hour. His tome before him and his head bowed. He had offered prayers and sought wisdom from the holy word. In all honesty whatever manifestation had caused the chaos of the evening had disappeared and left no trace that Uncas could easily follow.  With dawn nearing though, Uncas felt led to search the village and surrounding areas for any signs that could give him direction to the darkness that needed to be purged.<br/><br/>Uncas closed the tome and secured it with the chain before gathering the rest of his belongings. As he stood a flash out of the corner of his eye and a buzzing noise caused him to spin quickly and slam his massive meaty hands together around the insect.<br/><br/>“Bugs are as big as bloody pixies around here.” Uncas griped as he headed towards the door.