Peeking out from the darkness of an alley, Tommy searched for yellow cloaks. He saw nothing but lampposts on either side of the road, each one casting warm light onto the faces of tall, gray buildings with large windows. He almost thought he could hear their buzzing bulbs, but maybe he was just imagining it.
Bow in hand, Tommy stepped out of the shadows with one last glance over his shoulder. A soft sigh escaped him as he wiped the moisture off his brow. It wasn’t exactly hot out, but the damp, muggy air was a trial. Especially for someone with his Northern sensibilities.
He had been assigned to work with a young woman named Zaril, a Justice Keeper who hailed from a world called Antaur. Tommy knew next to nothing about her and even less about her people. Only that they were the sole plan
