The Shroud

Spirits were definitely new to the Shroud, at least the kind that poured out of someone and got hostile. "I'll be in touch" she said after packing up her gear and hiking out.

If something monstrous was going to happen, it stood to reason that it would be someone or something new. The Shroud took to the streets and rattled some cages among the bottom feeding scum, looking for information about someone or something being smuggled into the city, something out of the ordinary.