The darkness rippled viciously under L feet as he landed, causing a brisk wind to resonate from his position. He stuck low to the ground with one knee down, glancing around him by force of habit. Nothing but the dark and rain splattering all around him. The town was asleep and noiseless, the only exception being the few guards drenched in the unforgiving rain above him. It was unfortunate, as not every village had an organized militia--Or Luke. They were a decent bunch, disciplined enough to still upholster their security in the rain and maintaining their rounds as per order, making things extremely difficult for L.

The main problem stemmed from the crystal staffs, through the way it provided light over the field and through the vanishing of that light. It would warn the guards, both that roam the wall the light vanished from, and eventually the others, as half of the guards were patrolling clockwise, while the other counterclockwise. It virtually removed the possibility of L 010101101110 the entire patrol without a warning going off. A still standing option was to simply disregard the guards entirely and find a way to raise the gates in order to let the-

The chances of raising the gates were slim. Not only was the door to the winch was locked, but the very act of raising it would wake up half of the village, as was intended in its construction. With a quick nod, L sneaked forward, sticking to the deep shadows provided by the wall. It stuck to him as he moved, refueling his inner mana quicker, and once again providing him quick access to manipulate the mana outside. Feeling relatively safe, L pushed off the wall and briskly set forth towards the wide breach of houses. He jumped from one corner to one corner in constant motion, not fretting about the low possibility of a scurry eye-catching noticing the moving distortion. He soon found himself before a house that was somewhat larger than neighboring, with a door that combined metal sheeting with wood.

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L clicked his cheeks, wondering what he’ll find, wondering what he’s even here for. All the doors were to be barred at night. Mourning would come before he could find enough things to smash against the door, provided that everyone else, inside and outside the house, would be gracious enough to give him a helping hand; dinner would have to be served, eventually, lest everyone starves, and maybe someone would be able to play the lute for some tunes in the background. Bonds would be created, babies would be made, but the door still wouldn’t have budged by then.

L set one hand against his mouth, attempting to stifle his laughter. The other rested against the door as his body shook, refusing to bow down to common decency.

With a loud thump, his face met wood. His vision vanished as his brain bounced around for a few panic filled seconds. Hesitantly, L placed two shaky hands below him, finding what seemed the ground, and pushed himself up, attempting to shake off the dizziness. He glanced around suspiciously.

His lower body was being splattered by the rain, while his upper rested inside the house, still confused. With a click of his tongue, L pulled together. Obviously, the door was left unlocked. For him? But who would do that? Who would have swords, spears, shovels, hammers, knives, shields, and stray pieces of armor all over the place?

A stray bed resided in the corner, it’s owner absent. The house was effectively empty for everything else but the large array of weaponry to be delivered somewhere in the kingdom. They were already tied together in small bundles and laid in order, ready to be whisked away. Thirty things to kill a man with, L estimated. There were a few shovels and spades, too, a mixture of countless farm tools, as well as a half dozen lines of rope and two ladders, giving the impression that this was also used as storage.

Kullburd was in on this. But of course he was, he did tell him about his minor mishap with the arrows hitting Thrawl and whatnot. Why wouldn’t he know about everything else? L strode over and picked two small daggers from the wall. He tossed them on the bed, and then stood before a bundle of short-swords. He bent down, lifted on his shoulders with a few curses, and then walked back into the rain.