[h1][center][color=Dodgerblue]Lazulin Mulciber[/color][/center][/h1][hr][center][i]• The Eoldysseus, Ifrise Forest, Sovereignty of Dryadalis •[/i][/center][hr]
As the barge made it's way across the waterway at it's brisk pace, a man would sit in one of her seats pre-occupying himself with a game of solitaire. He was young, around his early twenties by the looks of it, with long silky hair that fell down his shoulders like a waterfall of molten silver, framing the angular features of his face in a way to maximize both his appeal and his air of mystery. His flowing silver locks seemed to constantly cover one-half of his face, and on the other shone an orb of intense dark blue, giving all of its attention to the task at hand. With a slow, methodical rhythm to his movements, he continued to play the game, seeming completely uninterested with the world around him. That, however, couldn't be any further from the truth.

From beneath the fringes of his haired, his concealed eye would take fleeting glances at a group of three seated not too far away from him. They all wore the bright white uniforms of the Church's forces, with symbol of the church emblazoned on their back as if it were a standard on a banner, though to the man, it seemed more like a brand. The rank of each was easy enough to figure out with a glance. The inquisitor by the militaristic way he carried himself, checking every thing and everyone to make sure they weren't a threat to his cargo. The boy next to him, on the other hand, was green as could be, likely the older man's apprentice from the way he seemed to remain glued to his superior's side, looking about to and fro with a nervous energy about him. And finally there was his target, the cleric known as Alaric Fasarus. The man was admittedly low hanging fruit in terms of what he probably knew, but it was the first chance at info that the man had gotten a chance at in months. 

Still, he needed to be careful. The man had at least one experienced bodyguard with him, an fact that would make things difficult, and was obviously nervous and wary from his body language. Turning back to his table, the young man continued his card game, waiting for the right moment to strike. [color=Dodgerblue][i]Train's to crowded, as is the station, but maybe once they leave? Much as I'd like to get my hands on this prick, he isn't worth causing a big scene. Besides, following him any further than this will leave me deeper in enemy territory than I want to be.[/i][/color] With a low sigh, the young man decided to continue waiting, resolving that if he couldn't find a way to catch the man in the next town that was coming up, he'd give up the chase and head back to the outskirts. Hopefully, he'd find something of interest out there where the Church's ability to respond was weaker and the people less likely to turn him in for causing a ruckus.