To the left was a building adorned with lights that blurred all the other surroundings of the city. No one stood at the door, but cheers and music could be heard resounding from within.
Across the street was a smaller shop. Books and flowers adorned the window sills from inside. A sign hung from it reading, 'Knowledge for those that seek the truth of the world.'
Kazimir turned his attention away from it all. The door closed behind him, outlined itself in dim red light, and vanished into the wall. He tucked a contained beneath his cloak and vanished into the alleys.
He was hesitant to use his magic here. With a single footstep, a dark strand of shadow was left behind. A fire escape led to the top of the building. He climbed until his legs hung over the side, and the city lights were laid out before him. The container was heavy in his hand. A way for him to keep his promise to Kurisa and satisfy his more mundane blood needs.
He pulled the pack of magical blood from the container and poured it into his waterskin so no one could see the truth of what it was. He took a long sip and set it beside himself, whipping the blood off on the darkened part of his armor.