While people in the alley were discussing how to handle that matter, another scene was unfolding somewhere in an unknown location in the Abezan Realm.
An old man was sitting in an empty tavern. There was still a lingering smell of beer in the air, but strangely, no other customer than him was to be seen anywhere.
It seemed like a shabby old place, but it was big enough to accommodate more than fifty people at the same time.
The old man sat around a round wooden table, silently observing the grotesque scene in front of him.
On his table was a motionless small red fox, cut open from the belly to the neck. All of its insides were revealed to the old man, who examined every nook and cranny as if looking for something.
Strangely, it wasn't only his table that had been smudged with blood spatters.
