As fast as you can

"Yes, you'll come with me right?"

"Throw me one of those honeycakes and lets go. Need to replenish my energy," he winked at her and chuckled at his little joke.

Katarina grimaced and picked up the sweet bread and handed it to the old man. Checking that her hunting knife was still in it's sheath she made her way towards the door, casually holding the spear at her side. Soft footfalls followed her as Eobard followed her out.

The clouds from the storm had well and truly passed and Katarina could see clearly with the full moon overhead and the stars twinkling like little diamonds.

Stars protect us.

"With this light I think we can move a little faster, we should be able to spot any demons if they come at us. Eobard?"

"Yes yes, shouldn't be a problem. Just call me bard. Its what my old party used to call me, got sick of pronouncing three syllables all the time." He walked up beside, eyes darting around and a hand casually resting on the strings of his lute, making sure they don't make a sound. "Lets pick stay on this side of the street, we get a little more cover from the shadows of the buildings. Take point, I'll make sure we're not being followed."

Nodding to him, Katarina picked up the pace to a fast walk. Still trying to step lightly but certainly focusing more on speed than stealth. Eobard followed behind her and they made their way up the quiet street. With the storm passed most of the villagers would be asleep, probably after quite a bit of debauchery.

The trip smoothly save for a old Hildra's dog who barked at them as they made their way past her house. At the pace they were going it only took about an hour to make it to the Lewin household. Katarina and Eobard only exchanging a few words in that time, checking on each other periodically.

There were no lights coming from the modest home. Like most houses in Tourend, bricks of uneven stone was stacked on top of each other, glued together by mortar making solid and thick walls. The house lacked decoration and colour, befitting of her father, ever the practical man. She knew that the inside was where her mother had added her womanly touch of course, but there was little point doe the exterior with the powerful storms.

Everything was quiet when Katarina stepped up to the door, not a sound to be heard but that really didn't mean anything with the sound from the inside usually muffled by the stone. She set her hand on the door handle and pushed down and in. The door didn't budge, seems her father had latched it from the inside.