Meanwhile, as Asmodeus moved south through Grigor, confronting the strange cultists, the atmosphere within Baltimore began to deteriorate. The streets became rowdier, people lingered at night, and notices of missing people increased slowly each day.
"Another one?" Vinea sat with a large book and various posters spread across her small wooden desk, some recent while others were older than a month.
Sat on the bed, Simon wore a messy cloth tunic and pants, his eyes like a dead fish as he tossed a parchment with dozens of sheets in front of him. "I'm done! it's too damn hot!" Before he flopped onto the bed with a pale face, with gaunt cheeks. "How can there be so many issues suddenly?!"
Since the day the knight chased them, he and Paul have been locked in their rooms, only allowed to speak with the Princess, and they are pressured to share everything they have discussed.
