“Might be better that way. I’ll look forward to the experience.” Yeo rubbed his hands together. “Anyway, is this the house?”

“One of them,” Bella confirmed. “Nathanial Didd is the contact.”

“Let’s go chat with him, then,” Chance said. “Did the scroll say how he’s involved in this?”

“His pet was seriously injured,” Bella replied. “A young Scorchhound. I didn’t realize people kept those as pets.”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and guess it’s kind of like a Soothound?”

“Stronger version of one with the ability to use some basic fire Essence,” Bella said. “They’re fairly weak monsters overall, but they’re still stronger than a Soothound. A big one shouldn’t have had much difficulty with a Lesser Imp, though.”

They approached the fine wood door and Chance rapped on it. A few seconds passed before it swung open, revealing a stern faced man well into his middle age. His hair was starting to gray and thin, but was still brushed neatly.

He wore dull purple clothes trimmed with white accents. It wasn’t extravagant, but it certainly wasn’t the outfit of a pauper. The man cocked a thin eyebrow.

“I believe you may have the wrong address.”

“This is the Didd Estate, right?” Bella asked. “We’re the Shikari team assigned to your job request.”

“Ah. Yes, this is my house,” the man said, speaking with the slightest hint of distaste. “You arrived sooner than I had expected. Thrilling. Please, come inside. I will do my best to answer any questions you may have.”

He opened the door wider, then stepped to the side so they could enter. A plush rug covered the floor and made Chance glance around to see if they were meant to take off their shoes, but Nathaniel was wearing shoes as well.

A large wooden table sat in the center of the room, surrounded by cabinets full of expensive plates and silverware. Once they’d entered, Nathaniel sat down in the chair at the end of the room. They all sat down on the other side.

“Your job posting says that you believe it was an Imp that attacked your pet Scorchhound,” Bella said, reading off the scroll briefly. “Do you know exactly where the attack occurred?”

“Yes. It was in the main street, just a short trek down, near the Graywall district park, and it happened at night, somewhere around three hours after sunset. I was not present during the attack, but I was able to determine the aggressor by the wounds on Maggie’s fur. I tracked the trail of blood back to the park.”

“That will make things a lot easier for us. Thank you, Mr. Didd,” Bella said. “Do you have any inkling why your pet – who I presume to be Maggie – was attacked?”

Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed. “Maggie, just like the rest of my pets, are incredibly well trained. None of them would ever attack another being without provocation.”

“She didn’t mean to imply anything like that, sir,” Chance said. “My teammate was probably trying to figure out how aggressive the Lesser Imp is.”

Nathaniel made a noncommittal noise. “Very well. Is there anything else you need?”

Yeo started to shake his head, but Chance cut him off. “Actually, if it would be possible, could I see your Scorchhound?”

“Whyever for? She is quite distressed, and I will not be allowing you to poke around. I have given all the information you should need.”

“I won’t lay a hand on her,” Chance promised. “My Essence might allow me to track the Imp if I could just look at her. It would make things a lot easier for us.”

Might being the keyword.

Nathaniel studied him for a moment, then inclined his head slightly. “Very well. Follow me. Do not touch anything.”

He rose to his feet and they all mirrored the motion, following the man out of the room and through a long hallway. It was lined with portraits of men and women. Many of them had similarly thin hair and stern features, which made Chance suspect they were probably the lineage of the man’s household.

Nathaniel reached a metal door and pressed his hand against it. The door hissed and swung open, releasing a small puff of white Essence. Behind it was a small dirt covered room. What must have been the Scorchhound was curled in the corner, outside a small doghouse.

It was about half the size of a fully grown Soothound and had a fluffy red mane that smoldered faintly with energy. Thin scars trailed down the creature’s side, well on their way to healing. The monster’s red eyes flicked up at them and it let out a low growl.

“Calm, Maggie,” Nathaniel said. The Scorchound lowered its head again. “As you can see, she has not recovered from the attack yet.”

Chance nodded. “Please just give me a moment.”

He sent his Essence toward his forehead, opening a golden eye upon it. None of his companions twitched, confirming Chance’s suspicion that he was the only one that could actually see it.

Lines of karma stretched out across the room as they swam into vision. Nathaniel was practically covered in them. They hung off his body like a cape, with many of the strands being as thick as a forearm.

Maggie had considerably fewer – one connected directly to Nathaniel, while there were a few other small ones. Chance frowned, focusing harder on the monster and sending more Essence toward his forehead.

Yamish could tell who the strands belonged to. If he put enough power into it, Chance was pretty sure he could probably do the same. He gritted his teeth, adding more energy into the magic.

Tiny flickers of light started to twist around the karmic lines. Maggie growled at Chance’s unflinching glare, and the flickers pulled back.

“Mr. Didd, could you calm Maggie down a little? I think she’s subconsciously resisting me.”

“Down, girl,” Nathaniel said. “Let the Shikari work.”

The monster lowered its head once more. Chance felt as if his third eye was squinting at the dog, but it was working. The wisps grew more vibrant until tiny images took shape within the strands.

They flickered faintly, like slideshows from an old movie that constantly repeated themselves. The karmic debt between Nathaniel and the monster was mostly composed of scenes of the man feeding it.

The second largest line showed Maggie lunging at a little boy, knocking something from the child’s hand. The next slide was the boy on the ground, crying. Several of the other lines were similar scenes, but nothing looked like a serious injury or fight.

Not a single one of them had anything to do with an imp. Chance shook his head, allowing the golden eye to fade away.

“Thank you. That’s all I need. I appreciate your help.”

“Just deal with the Lesser Imp,” Nathaniel replied curtly, herding them back to the door and closing it without another word.

“Well?” Yeo asked. “I didn’t know you had a tracking ability. You should have told us!”

“I only just found out about it,” Chance replied. “It was just a suspicion I had, really. Come on, let’s walk a bit. I see a bench over there.”

They headed down the street and plopped down in the bench that Chance had indicated. In addition to getting them a little farther from Nathaniel’s house, it also gave him a moment to rest his aching feet, which he certainly wasn’t going to complain about.

“Something’s wrong,” Bella said.

“What? Where?” Yeo asked. “Or do you mean with Chance?”

“If Chance had found something good, I don’t think he would have had us walk away,” Bella said. “Did the Scorchhound attack the Lesser Imp?”

“It’s hard to explain everything, but… I’m not sure,” Chance replied. “There was no karmic connection between Maggie and any kind of Imp.”

“So you think he’s lying?” Yeo asked.

“I’m not sure,” Chance said. He chewed his lower lip, trying to remember everything he knew about how his Essence worked. “There are a lot of reasons why there might not be a karmic connection, but the biggest one that comes to mind is if Maggie was the aggressor. Everything is allowed to defend itself, and a lot of the other bonds Maggie had were actually her basically knocking over or scratching children.”

“That’s… really petty,” Yeo said with a chuckle. “If you’re implying Maggie attacked, wouldn’t there be some kind of bond because Maggie was the aggressor?”

“Not sure about that either,” Chance admitted. “I’m still trying to fully understand how things work. I don’t think that attacking something is necessarily bad in the eyes of Karma. It depends on the situation. Also, even if Maggie did start the fight, the wound the Imp inflicted on her might count as enough to pay off the debt.”

“I see,” Bella said, scrunching her nose. “But, either way, it does kind of seem like the Scorchhound probably isn’t completely innocent here.”

“Probably not,” Chance agreed. “But we had more people we could talk to on this street, right?”

“Yeah,” Bella replied, pointing to a house across from them. It was smaller than Nathaniel’s house, but it was still two stories tall and beautiful in its own drab, gray way. “Just over there. The house owner is Maria Smit.”

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