by Zach Kaiser on Wed May 27, 2009 2:52 pm
"Right." He led them out of the building and into the streets of the City of Shadows once more. It was a bit of an adventure, as several times along the way Isac seemed obviously unsure of which direction he was supposed to go, but after an hour or so of walking they eventually reached...well, it was a house that looked like all the other houses, but Isac knew it was his, via a piece of paper he took out of his pocket with a number written on it. Seeing that it matched the number on the house, he knew he was in the right place.
"Here we are!" he exclaimed cheerfully, swinging the door open. "Home sweet--hey, what the hell?!"
Isac would rush inside, and if Kremnaes and Shin followed him they would see why he was suddenly upset: the inside of his house was, while not completely trashed, obviously messed with. There were a few pieces of broken furniture, used dishes...as though someone had been there and haphazardly abused the place just for the sake of it.
After a few minutes of assessing the damage in various rooms, he came out of his room holding garment, one that did not belong to him and could only belong to the culprit. It was garment Shin would find very familiar: it looked nearly identical to an Enigma cloak, the only difference being it had no colored markings on it indicating position.
Kremnaes was more likely to recognize it as the cloak of a Gartel, an organization that their master seemed to have connections with, and that was known for treating the Ersatzshad like trash and getting away with it.
"Those bastards...didn't think they'd stoop this low," he declared. "Bunch'a cowards, sneaking in while I'm away--if they got a problem with me, I'd be more than happy to settle it face to face." He continued muttering angrily, temporarily forgetting why he was there and that he had guests.