The night, black as the essence of evil, dark as the most wicked soul, is a frightful thing indeed. Therefor it was the perfect time to strike. My foe was but a simple man, a unexperienced mageling. I strolled cautiously down the well-laid street and saw the signpost of his store a few paces ahead. There was no light inside but still I could sense that he was not still asleep. I went carefully to the other side of the alley and leaned against the hard wall across from the store. There was a...