Loa Ki crept along the dark alleyway, his bare feet coming down toe first to make each step in silence, his eyes half closed as he focused for the sound of the creature that had been on a killing spree in the Etraku district.
The stench of the tanneries had made tracking down the creature by scent impossible forcing Ki out into the night to haunt the alleys like a common thief in hopes of running into it by mere happenstance.
Hours of frustrated searching later he had finally came to a stop squatting down and leaning back against the side of a hovel, the rough surface of the woven reed wall easily piercing the thin faded gray cloth of his robe to dig into his skin.
