[color=crimson]"Of course, mein flamme, it is always a pleasure when we cross paths."[/color] As they reached the front gate, Geralt slowed his pace to let Akane finish speaking, then stopped to say his goodbyes and take his leave of the grounds for the evening. [color=crimson]"Thank you for the gift, it is one of the most thoughtful I have received in some time. I will see you on the morrow."[/color] He took a small bow, flashing a wide smile, before he turned and exited through the large inviting sign.

In fact, Geralt did have plans this evening, all revolving around a certain winged Ringleader.

After he'd rejected him, The Magician had decided to take matters into his own hands. There was no need for him to wonder what Lucien did on the nights that he was away from the Circus, it was just a matter of finding out. Of his many talents, one of Geralt's most potent and practiced was the ability to get anywhere and remain unseen. He had even learned to hold his breath for an extended period of time so that the noise would not alert whomever he had decided to watch. Lucien was definitely one of the most observant that he had decided to tale, but he had faith in his abilities. As long as he was careful, the Nephilim would never know the difference.

After Geralt had walked a significant distance away from the grounds, he immediately turned himself invisible and displaced to a previously chosen location that had the most perfect view of Lucien's front door. His conversation with Akane had caused him to miss the man returning home, but he had not missed him leaving for the night, luckily. He watched the Ringleader's shadow move behind the curtains for several moments until the trailer went dark and Lucien exited. He was carrying a large bag, but nothing else. He left in a hurry, but Geralt noticed him glancing around to make sure no one was watching. 

Satisfied, The Magician left his spot and tailed Lucien at a distance, keeping himself at flying height so as not to leave tracks or other disturbances. Lucien got into a vehicle, one of the trucks that they used for hauling some of the smaller supplies, and drove himself into town. From there, he proceeded into the center of town and parked behind a small house. Geralt watched from the street as Lucien entered it, met by an elderly couple at the door. This intrigued him, seeing these people up so late at night and so willing to open their doors to a stranger. Although it was possible that Lucien knew them, though he had not mentioned to anyone in the troupe that he had family or friends in town. However, if these folk were going to let any stranger inside of their home, it would be Lucien with his charm and his calming presence. 

For a while after this, Geralt simply waited. About half an hour passed before the door opened again. Geralt was surprised to see a woman exit with the elderly couple, no Lucien in sight. The Magician furrowed his brow as the man closed the door and locked it behind him before the trio made their way to a small car parked out front. The woman stood by the back seat, waiting...and that was when it dawned on him. It [i]was[/i] Lucien, disguised. Geralt floated a little closer, keeping his eyes on the woman, and though "she" was hooded, wearing a shawl, he caught sight of her eyes when she turned to look over her shoulder...right at him. It was Lucien, alright, there was no mistaking that shade of gold.

Further intrigued, Geralt followed the car at a safe distance in the air, watching as it made some twists and turns through the dark city streets. Eventually, they came to park at the back of a church. But why would Lucien need to be disguised to go there?

The parasite inside Geralt became very agitated here, so he was unable to stay long after Lucien exited the car with the couple and made their way in through a side entrance. Geralt did catch a glimpse of someone entering after them through the front doors, a sickly and pale looking young man who wheezed when he breathed.

So, it was not a midnight meeting with a shady character or a secret rendezvous with a beau...Lucien was healing. He was doing "God's" work when he sneaked away, passing it off to the rest of the troupe as a night at the movies or a late walk. Interesting...if he was doing a service, why the lie?

He displaced himself back to his trailer so he would not be seen, comfortable with the amount of information he had gathered this night. He wondered vaguely if he and Lucien were the only ones who knew about this...and hoped it was the case. It would not be so bad to share a secret with the object of his affections, even if it wasn't as dirty as he had been hoping...