Lith had the Sentries following the caravans within the tower’s area of effect, but his efforts were fruitless. The guards hired by the merchants were capable of dealing with most the common criminals and the presence of two Rangers in the area was well known.
The smart professionals preferred to take a rain check and look for less dangerous jobs.
During the following days, Lith checked the inventories of all the disappeared caravans, but there was no apparent connection between them. Following the bandits dumb enough to show their faces to their hideouts proved to be useless as well.
They knew nothing about Rangers or vampires, they were just trying to make easy money by selling the stolen goods and asking ransoms for the hostages.
Lith spent daytime practicing Accumulation and Origin Flames while during the night he would search for Acala and his captors. The only silver lining of the situation was that Solus had translated Huryole’s book up to the rings and that they already had all the necessary materials to craft them.
"It’s time to practice Runesmithing! I’ll engrave the runes on some scrap rings to get accustomed to the technique before attempting the real deal. The purified Orichalcum from the ingot is barely enough for a couple of tries so I can’t afford mistakes." Lith said.
"Good idea. Luckily, the materials are not too uncommon. Most of them can be easily bought on regular channels while we’ll have to rely on the army for restocking once we run out of them. Now, I’ve narrowed our selection to a couple of rings that..."
Suddenly their consciousness was pulled by the Mirror Hall, where one of the Sentries was reporting unusual activity.
"Now of all moments?" Lith blurted out with frustration.
"I mean, it’s still daytime." He corrected himself a second too late. Wisps had no eyes, yet the intensity of Solus’s glare was almost physical. "I was just surprised. I didn’t mean that I don’t care about the lives of those poor merchants."
"Tell me another one." Solus clicked her tongue while Warping them to the Hall.
Contrary to Lith’s expectations, the mirror wasn’t showing a caravan, but a lonely figure flying at high speed at the ground level.
"Human, bright blue core, outstanding vitality." Solus zoomed on the face after adjusting the Sentry’s position. "Isn’t that Ranger Acala?"
Solus recognized him from the images Kamila had forwarded them.
"He’s being followed! Multiple hostiles inbound, all of them have a blood core. Some are thralls, others are full undead."
"It’s worse than that, look at his hand." Lith said pointing at the communication amulet Acala was holding. "He’s requesting back up and he’s near our alleged position. There’s no time to lose."
Lith moved the tower as close as possible while casting a Warp Steps, finishing just a few seconds before his amulet started to ping. Acala’s handler had forwarded the call directly to Lith, who received only a map showing his own position and that of his fellow Ranger together with the order to provide back up.
The first Warp brought Lith where he was supposed to be, while the second materialized him in front of his flabbergasted colleague, forcing Acala to a halt.
"You idiot!" Acala’s green eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep and fury. "You were supposed to ambush them, not join the escapees club. If we don’t reduce their number, we’re as good as dead. We need reinforcements..."
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