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Tyr had gone after Marcus as Theo had ordered but that was only after speaking with the new Commander, some motivation was needed prior to her coronation, not that Evelyn needed it anyway. "She's risen to the challenge every time. Let's just hope-"

"That she can do it again?" Marcus had been waiting for Tyr to arrive and eventually came to gather her, knowing full well she was playing the meddlesome friend card. "I admit I've not kept an eye on her, but she has undeniable courage. For now we must do for Sunderland what we must do for our order.", He lightly touched the handle of his firearm to emphasize their duty. Davon would be taken alive but all the others would be killed if they impeded the work of the dark ones.

"We'd not have had to had I kept an eye on the king...his death complicates things severely. If what I suspect is true, this city will see much bloodshed before it sees the end of this crisis", Tyr spun her throwing knife around on her finger before grabbing ahold of it once more. "But enough of that, we've a long day ahead of us and I've some questions for you before we begin", the two watchers stood in the catacombs of Loringrad Castle with the only light being the torches scattered across the chamber. "You've spoken with The Ocular, what did he make of the artifact? Do we have a new directive or are we to stay the course?", the sound of footsteps approaching the entrance of the catacombs caused Tyr to tighten her grip on her throwing knife. Realizing that it was merely a passing patrol she quickly loosened her grip before placing it back in it's sheath. 

Marcus tipped his hat and glanced around before continuing. "The Ocular must search his memories but he has warned the stone is dangerous. I fear you have found something beyond even his abilities, such was the look of anger on his face.", The fact that the Ocular did not know what to make of the stone was alarming given the old ones age. The fact that he needed to search the vast stores of his own mind might very well be more alarming.

"If it's managed to spark his ire I can only imagine the threat it must present should the cultists possess it.

Marcus nodded gravely. "It is unimportant to us in the here and now. Sunderland expects Davon found. We will find him.", He spoke matter of fact, as if it was almost unbelievable that they would fail to find a single person. No watcher had ever failed to find their targets.

He strode away briskly and approached a sewer grate, leaning down and pulling off the metal hatch to reveal the darkness below. The smell alone nearly made hom bring up his breakfast.

"Ladies first.."

"A gentleman when convenient", Tyr rolled her eyes as she entered the sewers. The fall was short and although there was shallow...waters, Tyr landed while barely making a noticeabe splash. "By the gods, was it really necessary to take this route?", the instant the smell of the tunnels reached her nose she knew it would take some work to rid herself and her clothes of the stench. Once Marcus was in the tunnel as well she examined the passageways, bringing from memory the layout of the sewer system. "If i remember correctly, this way spills out into the harbor. That'll put us near the lower districts. Evelyn has the guards searching the homes in ech district, its likely they'll be more...thorough when searching the peasant houses. The nobles will be more resistant to the search and its more likely we'll find something of importance there. Any ideas?"

"Head to the centre of the sewers. I was runnin' from this sorta touble I'd get as close in as possible and hitch up with the shadier side of the city. Lets start there and move outwards." Marcus unholstered his new rifle, the weight felt reassuring in his hands as they slowly navigated through the tunnels. The smell was bad but when they reached the more populated district it could notably worse. By the time they entered, both had a bandanna wrapped around their noses to try and repel the stink. 

"Gonna have to burn these clothes, once we're finished..", He grumbled, catching the faintest glimmer of light off the moldy walls in the distance. "Up ahead. Company."

"Yes, I can see just fine, thank you", a hint of annoyance in Tyr's voice as Marcus knew full well they both possessed the same heightened senses from The Turning. The tunnel was heading towards a large cistern where inside a couple of men with masked faces, one holding a torch. As the Watchers approached, it became clear that these two were more than simple thugs holding up in the underground. Dark leather armor with hooded cloaks were their attire and from this distance it appeared as though they were equipped with high quality arms, not the sort available to the common street thug. "Cultists, perhaps?", Tyr didn't break her gaze on the two mystery men, her entire focus placed on discerning who these men were. 

Marcus dipped to one knee and took careful aim with the rifle, staring down the sights with admiration to its craftsmanship. 
"Take one down but leave him alive. I'll deal with the second after you engage."

'That weapon of yours'll alert the whole damn city with its shot. Let me take care of this", Tyr didn't wait for an answer but immediately activated her invisibility spell. Despite being undetectable to the naked eye, her presence could still be seen in the enviornment. Carefully she crept towards the two men, her steps careful not to disturb the "water" too much. As soon as she was within arm's reach of her targets, one of them took a step towards her. There was little to no time before he'd collide with the invisible assassin but thankfully Tyr managed to sidestep out of the way. "So, any news on our next move?", one of the men asked his partner though recieved a harsh shush in response. "Quiet!, these tunnels may be underground but they echo. If ya don't keep it down someone'll hear ya on the surface!", his voice was low and coarse as he scolded the other, a moment of silence fell upon the cisterm before the original question was answered. "The Prince has yet to give us a target, but it's likely he'll have us after the other highborns. Right now, we're to hold up here until we recieve word from the army in the north"

"Why not just kill the nobles an' be done with it?"

"From what I hear, the royal prick wants no opposition, wants any threat out the way before he makes a move"

"huh well tha-", he never finished his sentence, a dagger in the neck prevented that. The survivor stumbled back in shock and fear. His partner's neck had been slashed open as if the winds had done so. Wildly he stood to his feet, his panicked mind desperately trying to unsheath his blade. Unfortunately for him he'd not get the chance, as if out of nowhere Tyr appeared, dashing towards the man she stabbed him in the leg and with her free hand placed it over his mouth, knocking him to ground and silencing any possibility of him calling for help. "Shall I continue to restrain him or would you prefer me to interrogate?, the man looked confused upon hearing his attacker looking all around for signs of another presence.

Marcus kept the rifle in hand and approached the fallen man, a little shove had the body resting easily on the side of the filth covered walkway where he would not be found any time soon. A simple shrug was the only answer Tyr received as he turned to watch the surroundings for more fellows like the one painting the sewers red. 

"Very well then, hold him for me. I'd very much like to stand out of this filth", Tyr said before looking to the prisoner. "Move or make a noise and this dagger will be pulled from your leg up to your chest", slowly Tyr removed her hand from over the man's mouth and stood up to the side for Marcus to take over. Now crouched beside their captive, Tyr removed her hood to get a better look at his face she pulled back his hood. "I've never seen your face anywhere. What's your name?", the man looked as if he was going to speak but instead he spat at Tyr who promptly pulled another dagger from its sheath and brought it to his temple. Quickly she covered his mouth beofre digging the tip of the blade into the side of the man's face. He writhed violently in pain but his movements only worsened the stab wound left by the dagger planted in his leg. "I asked a simple question, just wanting to know who you are, and that's what I get in return? Alright then", Tyr put down the dagger and grabbed a handful of...sewage, from nearby. Without hesitation or discomfort she rubbed the filth in the face of the man, making sure to get some into the fresh cut. "Unlike you, I'll leave this place to a warm bath and clean clothes. You on the other hand will probably return to your pathetic shack of a home to try and clean the wound. No doubt its already infected, but you get to decide how fast you leave here and treat it before the infection spreads. Now, once again, what is your name?", Tyr removed her hand to let the man speak. He winced in pain as he tried to keep quiet, knowing any loud noise would mean his death. "Denam, me name's Denun Clastern", he said with sharp periodical gasps of pain.

"Nice to meet you, Denun. Call me 'Red', this one here is...well dont worry about him, what you should worry about it what I said before. I'll try to keep this quick so you can be on your way, alright? Sound good?"

"Yeah, yeah, sounds good to me"

"Alright then, I overheard the conversation you and your friend were having before I...anyway, you spoke of The Prince, is that who I think it is?

"Yeah, its Davon. Bastard has us patrollin these tunnels, figured you lot would come lookin here sooner or later"

"We lot? He knows who we are?"

"Ain't you two Templars?"

"Not quite but thats besides the point. He has you all patrolling the sewers, how many of you are down here?"

"About two of us in evry cistern I think. There's about 30 of us keepin' watch over 'im in 'The Black Cauldron' too"

"Any traps along the way?"

"Wait, you know what that is? Coulda sworn word of it never left the sewers"

"Denun. Focus. Remember that cut?"

"Alright, alright, the tunnels leading to The Cauldro have magic wards placed on the ground. Step on one and the whole chamber fills with fire, ya have to know precisely where to step if ya don't want to end up like a roasted swine"

"Do you know how to get past it"

"No. Ever since his highness came down here, The Cauldron's been locked tight. I've only recieved orders from dead drops in the city"

"Well that complicates things...slightly. Back to your earlier conveersation, you said you were waiting for word from the north army. Explain"

"We have an informant in the castle, they told us of what's happened with the templars and all that shit. We sent word with one of them mages, fellow vanished to thin air after recievin the letter. Later the same day he appeared again with a reply from the north. Our boys up north know about your friends headin for 'em. They've dug in an prepared for them. Once they've been dealt with, the city will be short a few knights. Meanwhile, we're supposed to wait for word of the victory before causing a riot in the city. The chaos would've made it much easier to take the city. That's all I swear, you'll let me go now right? Like ya promised?"

"Of course, you've been a great help. Sorry about your leg by the way, just business", Tyr signaled for Marcus to let off the man.

"Yeah, no worries"

"Sorry for this as well"

"Wha-", in an instant Denun's throat was cut open. The blade had gone so deep it had partially decapitated the man, leaving his head to hang by a few muscles. As a result of being of being so close, Tyr's face was covered in blood though it mattered little to her. Rising to her feet, she wiped the blood away from her eyes before turning to Marcus. "We should return to the castle, Sunderland should know about this...and I need a bath"
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