[center][h2]The next day...[/h2][/center]

With its lack of true walls and relatively relaxed guard, Brightlam was easier to infiltrate than any of the other three nations' capitals on the continent would have been. Not a walk in the park by any means, but it wasn't an impossible task, either. Regardless, the Kirins' two infiltrators and one sneaky mage were now within city limits, free to move about as they pleased. 

With that, it was far, far simpler to be familiar enough with the guard schedule to find a hole where the remaining Kirins could be snuck in with all of their equipment. From there, the party split up in order to begin working towards their assigned goals.

There were avenues galore with which to track each of the Grovemasters down. Eavesdropping, informants, or outright bribery. And so much more. Regardless, the night was still young, and all that was known so far was that each was in a separate location, oweing to not having convened in council today.

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Even covered in form-encompassing cloaks and tucking away as many identifying pieces of equipment as they could beneath them, the three warriors would be hard-pressed to justify themselves should they be accosted by any passing guardsman on patrol. Fortunately, they did secure an abandoned hovel, carved out of a dead tree. It seemed dead wood was valued little among those in Brightlam.

With a base of operations secured and their gear secure, Galahad, Rudolf, and Izayoi were free to begin their work in earnest.