<span style="font-style: italic">Well, that was a pleasant surprise</span><br/><br/>Kadlai looked to the person laying on the floor, his heavy-lidded eyes half open, his head turned slightly to the left. Tight-fitted leather shaped his muscles and fitted to his body, looking worn and well used. He had a cut on his face, the only sign that the man had been in a fight. Kadlai rolled his shoulders and sighed with content, the man had been flowing with energy. Raising a hand, he grasped that energy and ripped it through himself, forcing a small part of it into a weak fireball, not so much channelling it as enslaving it and forcing it to his will. With a grin, Kadlai reabsorbed the energy back into himself.<br/><br/>Before he had a chance to bask in the pleasure of his meal, Kadlai heard footsteps. Swiftly he glanced around for his trench coat. It was lying discarded on the floor, near to his hat, which had fallen off in the struggle. In his true form, the coat would barely cover his scaled chest, but in the human disguise he favoured, a skinny, tall, dark-skinned man, it fitted him perfectly. He darted over to them and picked them up, slipping his hat on and pulling the coat around himself, carefully trying to to rip it on the claws on his hands and sharp scales. Focusing his energy, he forced his body into the shape of a human, and tilted his hat over his flecked eyes. The slitted pupils would give him away, and demon's weren't too loved in cities.<br/><br/>He began to walk away just as the footsteps drew around the corner, and two women, both dressed in long, flowing dresses that showed off their bust, came into view. Kadlai couldn't tell the colour of the dresses in the dark, just that the taller woman's dress was lighter that the shorter's. Trying to keep himself in the shadows as much as possible, he quickly walked out of the alley where he had fed, and into the quiet, night time streets. A few hawkers were slowly packing up their stock, mumbling about the lack of customers or the amount of thieves they'd had to chase off. One or two gave him a suspicious look as he passed, but Kadlai paid them no heed. As long as they didn't see his eyes, they wouldn't have any idea who he was.<br/><br/>Kadlai left the street and passed into one of the more residential areas. Two dogs were sniffing around in the street, looking for any scraps they could find, and a beggar was passed out in a drunken haze by one of the doors. The guards never came down here; too rough and common for soldiers of the crown. The only time he'd seen a guard down here was when one was chasing a man who'd tried to pickpocket him. The guards had no mercy, and the man had been beaten severely in the street and hauled away to be tried in one of the High Councillor's courts. Kadlai assumed he'd been executed.<br/><br/>Eventually he came to the end of the street, and stopped at a particular door. Swiftly slipping his dagger from it's scabbard on his belt, Kadlai stuck it into the lock and twisted. The lock clicked, and with a smirk, Kadlai replaced the dagger back in it's scabbard and entered. He had business in here...