Zuno was just turning the corner to see the Brother and the vomiting man face off when he heard an astonishingly loud shout and the sounds of combat from somewhere near the docks. This was getting all too out of control. It was
definitely time to find a hiding place.
A quick jog down an alley revealed what appeared to be a small stable attached to the back of a burned-out house. The smell of soot was strong, the house was apparently struck by lightning in the storm and burned, but the stable seemed to be intact. Zuno climbed up into the hayloft and arranged himself a comfortable nest behind a few bales of hay.
Information. That's what I need. Zuno laid down and closed his eyes. His mind ranged out, eventually finding a scruffy old tomcat. Seizing control of the creature's mind (
Miniature Infiltrator) Zuno/cat shook his head, flipped his tail up and sauntered off toward the harbor to see what was going on.
