Thanks to Thirteen he had the book stores address, Skye's report had done a lot to confirm his suspicions that the warlock would not be present but declare his intention to check he had and it would be poor form to not check. Eidolon had shown himself quite willing to breach secrecy already and a mage like that on the run present a myriad of headaches and problems.
Before he leaving the safety of his sanctum a ritual is performed.
Wet mud is used to scribe a glyph over his stomach to extend the duration, it would dry as the ritual was cast. Next the Atlantean pentagram is chalked onto a table, candles set, bowl of flames ready. A fish freshly caught from out the back of his houseboat held up. His knife draws out its blood offering to the flames as the creature thrashes and dies in his grasp, the blood hissing as it is consumed by the flames and his spell work begins, the words of power, high speech intoned his will searching for the imago of his spell, a fateful condition set to further prolong his art. (The coming of the next dawn shall bring a start to the new day and an end to his spell.) The ability to sense life, human life only that is all he would need for his working, mana seeping from his pattern to call down the laws of the life arcana through the tower of the leaden coin, and yet more to cloak his spell form those that would see it without seeing.
Sense life ritual cast 5 successes
For arcana so perverse to his refined stygian soul the spell took with great effect settling powerfully into his pattern, to powerfully forcing an effort of will to reform the iamgo into something more potent. But reform it did and the spell was cast.
With all of his careful preparations complete a shirt and waistcoat go on to cover his torso and the glyph caked on with mud, careful not to disturb it. A book on gematria is picked up, his guise and cover and Chambers makes his way to the exterior of the bookshop.
Time spent trying the door, reading the closed sign and peering in the window allow for him to confirm the changes in human count are passers by and the dusty abandoned shop has no bearing on the matter. Confirming what he had come to suspect, Eidolon had fled the consequences of his actions. Finding a warlock can be very tricky when they don't want to be found. Either he would surface again with some new display of vulgarity or he would keep to himself maybe eve having fled the city entirely.
The latter would be ideal, cleaner. Regardless troubles for another time at this point.


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