Fog filled the academy grounds that night while Kai slipped out of his dorm and left through the eastern exit under the cloak of twilight.
Waiting by the creaking gates was Kleo, her form barely visible beneath a ratty cloak stitched together from stolen noblewear and discarded mage robes.
'These commands work well. I do hope she didn't have to wait too long, though.'
Kai nodded and she led him through the city.
She didn't speak while they were rushing through narrow alleys that twisted and turned until the scent of brine and burnt oil told Kai they were nearing the docks.
She finally broke the silence, glancing sideways at him as she led him down a stone path that dipped below street level. "This is the place. Warehouse Twelve. Used mostly for shipping weapons, relics, even people."
"Well, you didn't tell me where we were going."
"Oh, sorry!" Kleo fumbled with her hands.
"It's fine. I'm guessing there are more here?"
