Maron stepped out of his house, the cool evening breeze ruffling his uniform. Beside him walked a fellow knight, clad in the same standard-issue armor. Maron reached into his pocket and pulled out a small glass vial filled with dark crimson liquid, handing it to the knight.
"Take this to the capital's knight order," Maron instructed. "Have them investigate it immediately."
The knight took the vial with a puzzled expression. "Sir Maron, what is this?"
Maron smiled faintly. "The blood of a creature. There's a devil lurking in this barony. I need to know its true identity before it slips into hiding. Keep this a secret."
The knight hesitated. "Shouldn't we alert the citizens? Or at least inform the Baron? If this is a devil, wouldn't they be in danger?"
Maron's expression darkened. "I have no interest in letting the Baron take credit for this. Just like every time I save the miners, he acts as if it were his doing. This time, I will handle it my way."
