Dusk arrived. The city began transitioning from day to night routines. Merchants closed shops. Workers headed home. Cathedral evening services would start soon, concentrating personnel in the worship hall.
Perfect timing for a prison break.
They left Celeste's workshop wearing full robes with hoods drawn. Two more travelers in a city full of travelers. Nobody paid attention.
The cathedral loomed ahead. Windows glowing with candles lit for evening prayer. The sound of choral music drifting from the main hall.
Owen and Vorthraxx split at the entrance. Vorthraxx headed for the east wing access. Owen moved toward the library and archive sections.
Guards were present but distracted by the evening service. Owen slipped past two patrols without being challenged.
The archives were exactly where the records indicated. Rows of shelving filled with texts spanning centuries. Knowledge preserved with care.
About to burn.
