The souls noticed them. A small carcass-laden hunting party was, apparently, a normal sight. Many souls did not even glance up, but a few did. One older soul, standing in the doorway of what looked like a tavern, watched them pass with a small considering nod, the kind of nod a person gives when they are filing the existence of new hunters in their part of the city.
A young woman selling small jars of glowing salve from a stall called out as they went by, asking if they wanted a hunter's restorative for cheap.
"Maybe on the way back," Kael called.
"I'll be here," she called back, easy.
It felt, briefly, like a normal city.
