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The three men secreted themselves in the spot Trivel had found earlier and waited a number of hours, but they saw no one approach or take note of the token they had left within that time.
It was now deep in the night and the moon hung low overhead, casting the streets into stark repose with its blue light.....
"Hunter's moon", Trivel whispered. The pale blue light was friendly to sneaking, it was said in the Khaganate - for fully practical reasons.
"But the prey ain't coming", he added, and preyed to his ancestors to bring someone, finally, that they could question. Sometimes, the ancestors even listened!
Though he had a feeling it wouldn't be this time.