[Salone]

Dawn broke across the city of Avignon, and light that would never warm the body of Rasputin. A wind blew across the rooftops, and once again carried the ash with it. Through bedrooms, across the sleeping forms of the unaware, across empty cafe tables and the old cobblestone walkways sparsely populated with the early risers of the city. It swept between legs and under foliage and flowers before moving upwards through the window of Leila.

Riding on the wind itself, a whisper carried its way across the room to her ear.

"It is done. I have laid the groundwork below the streets of Avignon itself. They shall pluck threads and ensnare themselves without ever realizing that they have been caught. Our lair spreads itself across over two thousand arshins of the city. Only the church and, for what I assume is a powerful master, the Papal Palace is left safe from our eyes."