Two weeks had crawled by since Silax's conversation with Walton about the shrouded history of Ullion. The words, though intriguing, had gotten lost in the whirlwind of his everyday life.
The truth was, there wasn't much he could do in that short time to gain access to the restricted section of the Archivum and unearth the city's secrets.
Also compared to investigating the downfall of long dead elves, the harsh reality unfolding on the streets seemed more pressing.
The recent string of killings had cast a dark pall over Ullion. Every morning, people woke up to news of slaughter, each report a chilling reminder of the city's new vulnerability.
The victims, seemingly chosen at random, had left the people baffled.
Every day, he encountered worried faces, hushed whispers about the killings, and a pervasive sense of unease.
Over the past two week, there had been 28 different incidents, with at least three victims in each incident.