Albion was on a roof in Orion. A roof on any basic tiled housing. Looking down at the busy streets with Eve and Opal. Eve on his shoulder and Opal on hers in her cat form.
Albion: I'm assuming you haven't seen him yet?
Eve: Nope.
Opal: N… OH WAIT I SEE HIM!
Opal said loudly as both Albion and Eve looked over as they looked at the man she pointed at. Pointing at a man with short black hair, a regular human frame, and crooked teeth, but this man didn't have a scar on his cheek. The criminal they were after was wounded in a bar fight. A fork stabbed straight through his cheek with four distinct puncture scars.
Albion: It's not him Opal.
Opal: Oh. Oops.
Opal said disappointed as Eve gently patted her. Rubbing her fur to cheer her up.
Albion: It's fine. It just means I'm going to have to use a lot of mana. But it shouldn't be a problem.
Albion said taking a deep breath. Closing his eyes.
