The evening held a slight chill, which made Rhychard keep his cloak wrapped tight around his body. Fall was approaching, and even though the daytime hours were still sweltering, the nights sometimes held a chill a person's body wasn't ready to feel. Rhychard hid behind a row of bushes along the side of the Leary Building, the side door into the building only a few feet away. He doubted Aradhon gave up the building, needing a place to run his evil empire for the Unseelie, a base of operations of sorts, and why not? The Learys weren't going to need it any longer.
Tugging the cloak further down over his head as he stared out at the surrounding area. Kree paced the edge of the property, his attention focused on the gargoyles who rang the upper parts of the building, acting as sentries. To the
