The black-robed viewed the treasure with some doubt, turning it over in their palm with their soul force. He even poured his energy into it, but the faint pulse didn't reappear, leaving nothing but a jagged, uneven surface that gave no further answers.
After a while, they kept it back inside and stepped out of their hideout.
The alleyway outside was cramped and reeked of something that had been left to rot in standing water. No lantern hung here, and the luminescent lanterns common to the wealthier districts did not reach this far, and the narrow strip of sky visible above the rooftops was the same flat, lightless grey that preceded nothing in particular except the dull part of the branches of the Ethereal Lumina Tree.
The black-robed figure moved through the alleyway without hesitation, their footsteps making no sound against the wet stone.
They passed through three streets without stopping and exited the city.
