After making his way to the outskirts of town he noticed two new figures following him.

(“Tch, I don't have time for this, I have to reach there before they kill him!”)

He made his way into town and ran towards the building at full speed. He was going to throw some fireballs behind to slow them down, but they disappeared.

(“I hope that bastard sent his henchmen to do this. I can imagine protecting the old man from all of them would be easy. Wait a second, adventurers have moved to town, right? Maybe I could drop him off with them.”)

After a few minutes of running, he made his way to the branch building. And it was as bad as it could be.

That burnt cape, that towering height. It was him at the front door of the building, making his way inside.

Tibaut quickly threw a fireball at him, the man ducking inside with the door somehow managing to withstand the blast, if barely.

Tibaut kicked the door down to find Mr. Bentley covering something before running upstairs.

“It's you!” Tibaut shouted as he threw another fireball.

The man in black was getting up and easily dodged it, before throwing a chair at Tibaut. Tibaut grabbed it mid-air and spun around to throw it back.

The man in black grabbed it as well but Tibaut immediately shot off a fireball after the throw.

The man in black brought the chair down and sat on it as the fireball passed overhead.

They stared at each other before the man in black noticed the light of the flame getting brighter behind him. He brought out his stiletto knife and stabbed behind without looking, using only the magic’s heat to guide his knife.

“It really is you, you son of bitch!” Tibaut snarled.

The man in the chair sighed as he looked up at Tibaut. “Did you really have to show up, now of all times? Did you miss me that much, Tibaut?” He said in a playful tone. He wiped the soot off his blade with his gloves.

Tibaut looked ready to throw another fireball and formed several of them behind him.

(“Hoh, this isn't so bad. Hell, maybe he can be the reason for the fire. Sorry Tibaut but after tonight, you won't be seeing that old man anymore. But what the hell was he thinking going upstairs? Does he want me to jump from rooftop to rooftop with him on my shoulders?”)

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As Tina contemplated what to do she saw a figure jump over the rooftops between the alley.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, who the hell is chasing him?” She said as she let go of her inebriated friends.

She kicked between the walls until she reached the rooftop. There she saw them several rooftops away and counting.

She quickly chased after them, though as soon as they noticed her, they jumped to the ground trying to lose her.

“The red head and now that bitch? Did that son of bitch give himself away?” The man said as he escaped her.

He ran straight into a gentlemen's club as he noticed her jump down.

As soon as he entered the entrance way, he took off his dark cloak and black jacket before feeling an arm grab his shoulder.

“Screw off dude, I'm just talking off the heavy…”

He turned around expecting a bouncer but it was a woman in a velvet dress, with hot pink hair.

“Why were you chasing Tibaut?” She asked.

The black clothing on the floor didn't exactly have her thinking rationally.

He broke out into a sweat trying to think of an explanation. (“Of the people to run into it had to be her! I have a knife but she'd probably break like a cheap piece of wood if I pulled it out.”)

As he contemplated relinquishing his shirt to run away he noticed someone walking by. It must have been the bouncer.

He walked up to the two, looking annoyed.

“Uh, sir, is that your girlfriend or some other worker? I'm sorry but we don't-”

He grabbed him and dragged him into him with a knife to his throat. He tried to struggle but gave up when the knife drew blood. Tina's hand still remained on his shirt.

“If you don't let me go I'll slit the-” Both he and the man he grabbed were tased when Tina placed her hand on his neck.

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“You're back,” Bailey said.

After talking to the owner of the restaurant, she managed to get him to let them conduct their business there. After the cultist scare, the owner was more than happy to make space for them.

“I ran around the rooftops for a bit, but I didn't see Tibaut anywhere. Dammit, where the hell did he go?”

“It's not like we'd all see the same thing drunk,” Bailey answered. “Should we go back to the mansion?”

“Let's decide after we question this guy first.”

The trio was in the lounge area of the restaurant. It was quite nice honestly. There was a leather couch to wait at if you were waiting for another party to finish up. Which Lily was taking full advantage of. She was out cold, which wasn't surprising given she drank the most alcohol.

Bailey however only had a full glass of alcohol if all the spirits they drank were counted, half of which was the braggot, due to its lesser alcohol content.

Tina had half as much as Lily.

Sitting tied up in a chair, was the man Tina chased. He had no alcohol but was just as unconscious as Lily.