It was a peaceful night in Val-Anir. At least as peaceful as a city such as it could be. Vale had been looking forward to his quarters and finally laying on his bed but the duties of his house came first. That resulted in him in a somewhat small but lavish room, the furniture clearly made with care and appreciation as were the rest of the items. It was tucked in the underbelly of the city and acted somewhat as a small safehouse and despite the location of it, no expense was spared in its comfort. There was a large window that just revealed the stone intestines of the city but there was one thing that interested Vale and that was the warehouse connected to one of the manmade rivers. It was used as a makeshift dock with the small river allowing the transportation of cargo through the congested parts of the city.
There were reports of contraband being exported from the dock he watched, it varying from simple to drugs to weapons that could possibly contain magical abilities. For the last few hours, Vale had utilized the shadows in order to scope out the building but the only thing out of the ordinary was the raised security presence around the perimeter. The Dreadlord could have rained on the parade already but discretion was asked for the mission and because of that, he asked for assistance from the Anirian Knights to help make this more efficient.
Vale remained by the window as he leaned against the wall and kept his gaze locked on the warehouse, his silver eyes flicking between each new arrival and departure. The shadows nearest to him pooled around his feet, slithering like snakes after a few moments as they would disappear into the corner of the room where it was the darkest. Vale was practically half-submerged in the thick darkness as it appeared drawn to him but it was one of the side effects of his magical abilities if he gave no conscious effort to control or hide it. It would be a few more minutes before it was time for the Knights to arrive and Vale remained patiently where he was until they did.
There were reports of contraband being exported from the dock he watched, it varying from simple to drugs to weapons that could possibly contain magical abilities. For the last few hours, Vale had utilized the shadows in order to scope out the building but the only thing out of the ordinary was the raised security presence around the perimeter. The Dreadlord could have rained on the parade already but discretion was asked for the mission and because of that, he asked for assistance from the Anirian Knights to help make this more efficient.
Vale remained by the window as he leaned against the wall and kept his gaze locked on the warehouse, his silver eyes flicking between each new arrival and departure. The shadows nearest to him pooled around his feet, slithering like snakes after a few moments as they would disappear into the corner of the room where it was the darkest. Vale was practically half-submerged in the thick darkness as it appeared drawn to him but it was one of the side effects of his magical abilities if he gave no conscious effort to control or hide it. It would be a few more minutes before it was time for the Knights to arrive and Vale remained patiently where he was until they did.