The bar was close to downtown where they killed Jamairlo, so Rhychard followed Kree's path, minus the rooftop part. The rain ceased, leaving the city in a blanket of puddles and dripping trees. It was morbid to him that people, even gargoyles, would continue to huddle around a place of death. He understood leaving flowers and such, but to hang out on the side of the road and just stand around had too much of the macabre in it for him. He would rather celebrate life than death. Of course, the Void would use any means to gain strength from a victory over the Way.
:There are only three. However, they seem more intent on watching a young lady walking the street.:
:What is she doing?:
:Vomiting.:
:Is she drunk?: Rhychard supposed creatures of darkness had to get their entertainment somehow.
