Silsk flew low over the old town and landed behind the ruined building where the guild had set up their base. Once, in the long distant past, her sisters had been able to move their bodies through gateways in the dimensions, but that had been a very long time ago. Silsk had once managed to open a gateway, but the casting of the spell had nearly killed her.
There was no watch on the back door, which surprised her and no challenge as she opened the door. She walked inside and noticed an injured man wrapped in a blanket, the one her sisters had punished for his bad manners no doubt. There were no other members of the guild in the room, or their personal belongings. Two half-filled bags of clothing were in the middle of the room and looked to have been left behind by people leaving in a hurry.
"They've gone mistress."
