As the two walked down the alley, Ben’s color-shifting cloak fell into subdued patterns, rendering him almost invisible in the shadows. It wasn’t long before Methak pulled out his dark cloak and donned it.
“I never thought I’d be happy for dark-colored uniforms, but in these shadows, it works,” Ben muttered as he led the way down the alley, slipping from shadow to shadow. Methak only nodded in reply as he followed his friend. They carefully crossed five cross streets until they reached the final alley leading to the mage’s house.
“Well, this is going to get interesting,” Methak quietly commented as he and Ben stood in the shadows, staring at the two-story blue-roofed house in the middle of a big yard. “There’s no way to get close without him seeing us.”
The ranger nodded as he examined the ground. “That’s been freshly turned. I wonder why?”
“You’re right. It has been.” The Archer gauged the distance to the house. “That’s almost a hundred and fifty yards from here to the front doo…
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