[Jevan perspective]
I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned my back against it for a moment. Then I dragged a chair from the corner of the room, sat on it and let my shoulders drop. Using the Authority of Law for that long felt like running in circles while carrying a boulder over my head. Exhausting to the point of nausea. I sat without doing anything. Just letting my mind rest a little.
Things would move faster now. I was supposed to kill a few of the Claw men to draw attention to myself, to shift danger away from the poor tavern owner. But I ended the night killing an Assimilator.
An Assimilator! In the lower district! These people are valuable cards. Normally they're mini kings inside their gangs. I can already imagine the faces of the Claw leaders… they won't rest until they tear me apart. Good. Exactly what I wanted. Let them hunt the Masked Man instead of miserable Jevan.
