The continued to track down the demon throughout the morning, stopping only to pick up the trail. It was as if the demon was wanting them to follow him. A trap or just an insane cocky demon. To Kitsume it was a case of all of the above. She wouldn't put anything past this demon. The horses slowed at one point and near lunch as they lost the trail. Demons were known to be considerably weaker in the sunlight. Or rather didn't like the sunlight. It was too bright. So Kitsume assumed Malathorne had gone to ground for rest and regain his strength. So they had decided to stop at a little stream to give the horses a chance at water and rest. They themselves ate trail rations of dried beef and hard tack.
Kitsume was busy keeping a watch and combing the area for any sign of the incubus. About an hour after they had stopped for rest, she felt herself being drawn to the river. There on the other side was the figure of Malathorne. He pointed his finger and whispered. Kitsume blinked and he was standing right next to her. Her staff was in her hand and ready, but he just laughed in his insane way and disappeared. She yelled for the others and the chase was back on.
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pwc: 234 (LoM)
