Trick watched the hunter from the darkness, he watched as he harmed a wizard. He sighed as he watched him interrogate some soul unlucky enough to get caught, flames danced across Trick's fingers as though they had a life of their own. Illuminating his surroundings, the small room in which he camped contained only a chair. Trick leaned forward peering into the darkness, as across the street the screaming stopped, he saw the witch hunter decapitate the man pinned against the wall. Trick chuckled looking forward to burning this man to cinders, as the man made to leave Trick crept out from his hiding place and stalked in the shadows. The pitch black night making a perfect cover for stalking, he stayed just far enough behind the man to see him, yet not close enough to alert the witch hunter. The man started to walk down the street towards civilization, and Trick followed never once losing him from sight. 

Stalking silently he followed him to a run down bar, neon signs flashing weakly as though even they didn't want to be here. He watched as the man walked in and took a seat at the bar, Trick stayed outside waiting for the man to finish his drink, he sat down on a public bench across the street from the bar, and he waited. He waited while birds fluttered above and bugs buzzed around him. He waited, because that was all there was left to do.