Xerces walks through the street, careful not to nick any mortal with his blade. He slips it away, and turns down the street. He looks around, and jumps halfway up a building, and hides in the shadows. [i]Miserable mortals. If only they knew the truth.[/i] He turns down a random street, using the roofs as his road. [i]I wonder if they've noticed that I'm gone yet. Who would they send to hunt me, I wonder?[/i] He backs into the shadows, and steps out half the city away, standing on a money bin of some kind. The sign says it's a bank, but he has no need for money, so he ignores it. He whispers to himself, [i]"The flames of vengeance are coming, mortals. Are you ready?"[/i]