Mist stood atop Vineyard Hill looking down on the people bustling to and fro through the streets of Darkcrest Hights. The sun began to set and the markets closed as their patrons either headed home or to the various establishments that offered night entertainment. The town had been tense lately and rumours abounded that some big deal was to take place between the entrancing female agents of the Velvet Glove and some unknown party. The Velvet Glove was famed throughout Hercala for both the sensual beauty of their operatives and the skills in the arts of intelligence convergence and assassination.<br/><br/>While such events where unlikely to trouble him, Mist was hopeful he could find some way to obtain profit or at the very least entertainment from these people's clandestine activities.