"Only a matter of time...yes." Felix glanced up, to the rooftops of the building. They were close together, but he'd not want to risk traversing them. On the ground, then.
He tapped his feet, before assuming a lower stance, spreading his weight. Sneaking was still a tricky ability for him - what was quiet for him might be loud for others, and vice versa. But he stuck to the shadows, the dark colors of his robes helpful in blending into the background. It was an easy task to do.
He rattled his knife in its sheath, before taking it out. Freshly whetted and polished, it gleamed in the moonlight. And he sheathed it back in because carrying a gleaming knife in the dark was just stupid.
The streets of Nacre were mercifully empty, save for a few stragglers who couldn't handle the booze this early in the night. They were the harmless kind, and most of them were buggering off to their own business, either shooting lecherous glances at or making to move towards Aurora and the now-human-sized pixie, before deciding it wasn't worth it and leaving.
The streets were dead quiet now, with the muted sounds of bawdy songs drifting out from nearby alehouses and taverns. It might be a wretched hive of scum and villainy, but most of the pirates were jolly folk when they weren't raiding, pillaging or plundering ships and ports alike.
And there was one figure. A hooded figure, at the very end of the streets they party was on. Two sheaths hung at either of his sides and his dun brown cloak covered him from head to toe. He was staring into the pool of a fountain, in a clearing-like junction between many streets. He was quite distant, but Cyriac's visual acuity let him see the man clearly.
A manipulation of his Palm Menu and he was sending a silent PM to his party members (and by extension, the Illusion).
"I see someone who might be our boy, right up yonder. Just...walk by him or something, we need to see his face, see if he's got the scars to show."
Cyriac himself would place a hand on his blade, moving cautiously along the sides, sticking to the shadow of the buildings cast by the moonlight. He made sure he watched his step, since a noise at the wrong time was worse in this case, with the man not looking at them and all. They could jump to action, but if they got the wrong man it'd be a total embarrassment.
They had moved along, and now he was in sight for the rest of the party too...but the situation unsettled him. This was easy, too easy. A contrived coincidence was not something he trusted, not one bit. All the more reason to be cautious, then.
@Aurora Labyrinth @Kenos Lege
