Dally and Portia ran toward the man, but Baumbang, coming into the square from the opposite side, reached him first. He knelt down and tore of the dead man's mask just as the woman reached the spot.
"Who is he?" Dally asked.
"No idea. He is not one of my men." Baumbang stood. He opened his mouth to speak, but a soft thud from behind him drew their attention. A Masque approached slowly, her arms raised.
"I followed the sounds to here, just as you did," she said slowly. She put her arms down, and removed her masque. Her looks were unremarkable, yet she was beautiful. Her black hair was pulled back into a bun. She looked at Baumbang with violet eyes. "My name is Artemis. The woman from last night was not one of mine either."
"Do you know who she was?" Dally asked.
"No," Artemis replied. "But, quite obviously, we are being infiltrated."
Baumbang nodded. "Well, I propose a truce. At least until we find out who is doing this."
"Doing what?" Artemis asked.
"All of it. That dragon is obviously being controlled somehow."
Artemis nodded. "Truce, then," she said as she extended her hand. Baumbang shook her hand.
"We will meet tomorrow night and do some searching. Hopefully we won't find this," he said, pointing to the dead man.
"I'll take care of this," Portia said. "You all head back inside, before Pathox decides to make an appearance as well."
They all nodded and headed off in different directions. Dally entered the inn and quickly made her way up the stairs to her room. She began to change for bed, but she felt eyes on her. She turned slowly, and looked out the window. A pair of large, inhuman red eyes floated outside, flickering as if trying to manifest themselves. Before she could cry out, they faded away.
Dally gasped. "This place just keeps getting stranger. And creepier!"