Well tanned hands slowly pushed open and then closed a small gate without sound. Any small noise could attract unwanted attention. Even among the rowdier of the nobles, unexpected noises seemed to stand out clearly to them. It was difficult, but it was best to blend in among them and hide in clear sight. The winter brought a great safety that would soon be taken away by the spring, and be pushed into danger in the summer. The sweat, scent, and heat of living creatures could be hidden under cold clothes and multiple layers, but to do so would be suicidal in the heat of the summer. The living had no choice but to remove garments and expose themselves, even at night, lest they fall prey to heat stroke.<br/><br/>The cloaked man slowly walked out onto the main street, head down as he brushed past the occasional early riser. The longer he walked the more filled the streets, going about their usual nightly business. Humans were not simply eradicated unfortunately. If they were, these creatures would have nothing to feed upon. Instead the strong were killed, or converted, and the weak were chained and kept barely alive as human cattle.<br/><br/>That cattle was his mission. Somewhere in this city he would find them. If they could walk, he would lead them out. If they could not, he would end their pain.<br/><br/>Stopping at a corner his head lifted, sniffing the air. "A human?" He whispered to himself. But he knew he wasn't in the right place, he was still too far out from the inner city for them to be kept here. Was someone else foolish enough to do what he was doing? Worse yet...if he could smell them it wouldn't take long for someone else to either.<br/><br/>With a quick step he began following the trail. Was it already so warm that it was so easy to track someone?