Leo stood on the cool cobblestones of the street, as he watched Grendel stumble away into the dark alley.
The old man was heavily intoxicated, his bony hands groping the cheap, thin fabric covering the young prostitute's waist.
Just then a low, familiar chime rang in Leo's head.
[You have something in your mind, don't you, Master?]
Aiva's digital voice was dripping with pure amusement. She knew him too well by now.
'Oh, absolutely!' Leo smirked, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim moonlight.
Behind him, the heavy iron sewer grate clanged loudly against the stone.
A Blackfang bandit pulled himself out of the hole. The man was covered in thick, foul-smelling muck, breathing heavily from dragging dismembered beastman corpses through the sludge.
But when he saw Leo, the bandit quickly wiped a smear of shit off his face and approached Leo, bowing his head respectfully.
"We are almost done cleaning it up, Master. Do you need anything else?" The bandit asked.
