The Trap
A trace of moonlight sprinkled its favor over a damp Sykoran night. Wisp embraced the darkness, slinking through the shadows of a side alley, flitting from one buttress to the next. His furtive moves appeared as little more than shadows, or the moons' reflection playing tricks in the night. Wisp scaled Bren Bulta's wall, reaching into cracks that defied all save the rats and a few other creatures of the night. Where he found no crevices, a jagged piece of stone sufficed. He could scale a wall of glass, rumors claimed. Feats such as this fed those rumors and made them ring true.
Search lanterns spread across the walls of the mansion. Wisp stilled, becoming another rock on the wall. Soot smeared his olive face and the backs of his hands, making him one with the darkness. Once they
