Watching
the rats spread fire throughout the town, his rage tells him he's
seen enough. Returning to his neatly folded clothes, he once more
adopts his biped form and dresses quickly. Ever alert to his
surroundings, ensuring he's not being watched, he follows a path into
the woods until he finds a clearing near a stream.
Working
quickly, he builds a small mound of earth and stones then digs a
channel from the brook to allow running water to surround it.
Setting a small bundle of twigs alight, he places them on top, then
sits back to wait.
Before
long he hears movement somewhere behind him. “Is there a problem?”
a female voice asks. He turns to see a woman of indeterminate age,
dressed in a gown of white linen and sparkles.
“The
trouble in the town,” he replies, pointing in the direction of the
settlement. “I believe the best way to restore the balance is a
little more drastic than our usual remit would allow.”
