Pyre placed the little bit of cash down on the counter, ""I'll take a two hour private bath please." He said. The lady nodded and handed him a small key he could use for his belongings. The Private baths were more expensive, But he liked the privacy and the fact he could just sit in the water and think about everything that had happened, and then into the future.
His room was bare, nothing but the light walls that were paper thin. There was a small bath, 6 feet in diameter maybe. Pyre stripped and slipped into the tub. Off to the side there was a tray with a bunch of different sents. Pyre read over a few and selected the lavender sent. Popping the cap off the room was awash with the cleansing smell of lavender. He dripped a few drops in the bath and popped the cap back on the bottle. He relaxed back into the bath and closed his eyes. He let his thoughts flow carefully, he didn't want to release a stream of stress into his mind just as he started his bath.
He hadn't been contacted by a member of the Aurelle family in a long time, that was troubling, especially in his world. Not being contacted meant that you might have been excommunicated. Yes, Pyre operated mostly by himself, but he heard from members of his family on a almost a monthly basis, and he hadn't heard from another member of his family in almost two. Typically three was when one really knew if they had been exiled from his family. He remembered an Uncle of his, Jayum. Jayum had committed political suicide when he proposed an extremist idea at a family meeting. The head of the table, Elder Qoura, called for Jayum to be investigated by the family to see if he was a threat of their exposure. Pyre had been part of the investigation committee, he had even been the deciding voice to excommunicate Jayum. A few weeks later Jayum was murdered by a Baurai operative. But Jayum had been weak, he had pressed his political position too much, and it backfired. Pyre was careful, but if he was pressed, he would show them that family is just as dangerous as the enemy.
Pyre's family wasn't that close, they were dedicated to the same cause, but many of them were just aiming for a different goal, and the Aurelle-Baurai war just helped them reach those secret places. Some people left the family willingly, like one of Pyre's ancestors, his name had been Hallow. Hallow reached way into the nitty gritty of fiore and by the time the rest of the family realized that he had dug himself a new hole to live in, he was too deep for anyone to find him. No one even knows of any of his descendants.
Pyre relaxed a bit, it was likely that they had just been extremely busy and had no need of him at the moment, he liekly wouldn't need to storm the Aurelle castle, would he?

WC:513

He sat in silence for a long time before he finally slipped out of the water and dried off a little. Putting on his pants he sat and drank some of the cold water left in a pitcher in the bathroom. As he was the door creaked open and the secretary placed a letter next to the door. She then quickly closed the door once more and walked back out. A word was never said. Pyre walked over and removed the wax seal, the note slid out of the envelop with that familiar scraping sound. The paper was slightly yellow and the handwriting seemed to be ancient.

Dear Pyre,
    It is I, elder Quora writing to you. Normally I have my daughter, Verrene, write to you. but unfortunately, this is a tad more important so I wished to detail it myself. You moved to magnolia once you were sure that the Baurai weren't a threat in orchidia. But your last report said that there was no activity related to the Baurai in Magnolia. But, you furthered detail that the lack of inactivity was dangerously suspicious. To be honest, I regarded nothing of it until I received the rest of the letters from your fellow scouts this morning. They have all detailed the same phenomenon, the Baurai have practically disappeared. That is why I now give you this message, you are to hunt down anything that is Baurai. Find it, gather information, then slit their throats and dig them a shallow grave. I'm afraid that the Baurai are gearing up for war once more. We've been on uneasy balance for some time now. There hasn't been any large fights in such a long time. But these kind of actions make me particularly nervous because the Baurai never do anything like this, they flaunted when they were planning attack. I must stop writing to you now, I have to write a similar letter to the rest of your colleagues. Be careful though, Magnolia has always been a place of great fighting for this war. I would hate for us to lose ground because of some slip ups.
sincerely,
Elder Quora

Pyre sighed, there was his sign that he hadn't been excommunicated. He was more than happy about that. He tugged his shirt on and walked out the private bathroom door and left quickly. He had a lot of work to do. He could not just stand here all day. He had to observe the streets more. If what Elder Quora had said. There was the possibility of a new war breaking out. And the Baurai being so secretive it could be a deadly one. And, hopefully, the end of the war. But may the gods forbid the Baurai from winning. It was terrifying to think what they would do. They had been holding the neck of so many major crime syndicates for the past few centuries it was terrifying to think of what kind of capabilities they had. But then again, the Aurelle were just as dangerous.

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Pure strolled quickly out of the bathhouse this time. He had to begin searching for them right away. He first strolled outside the boathouse, their were always some sleepy thugs there who were looking for people to rob. Whether or not they had a boss was about to be found out.

Pyre crouched down behind one of the bushes. It was later in the day now and the sun was beginning to set. And as he expected, a few sketchy looking individuals had wondered up the street. Pyre couldn’t rely on his strength for these thugs, he’d have to rely on speed. His strongest skill. He continued to remain hiding in the bush until the men had positioned themselves around the boathouse. In between the windows and hidden from the sight of the doors so the employees wouldn’t see them. One man, a man with black hair that was cut close to his head his right in front of the Bush Pyre was behind. Pyre waited for a few moments then lunges out of the bush, kneeing the man in the lower part of his back. Pyre clapped his hand over the man’s mouth and quickly dragged him behind the bush. He straddled the man and kept his hand over his mouth. Pyre spoke, “who are you working for?” The man shivered slightly and pyre removes his hand. But to his dismay the thug only yelled prompting pyre to punch him square the nose, then squeeze a pressure point until he passed out. Pyre would just have to take out the other men as well. Slowly he snuck around the corner of the boathouse and sprinted at another thug. Taking him to the ground with a thud. Pyre wasted no time asking the man for an answer but he too refused to say anything so pure knocked him out quickly, and much less painfully than the other man. Finally pyre was coming up on the last guy, hopefully he would have something to say about their possible boss, or Pyre just beat up three unknowing thugs and did the bathhouse a big favor.

The last man was hunkered down which would make it harder to speed attack the man. But pyre tried anyway. Dashing up and kicking the man hard, right in his side. The man keeled over and Pyre slammed his foot down on the man. “Who is your boss?” Pyre asked, he was relentless now. The man squirmed underneath Pyre’s foot. “His name is Antonio Burkes. He sits in the back of a bar on the main streets every night counting his money. He’s big and balding. You can’t miss him.” The man said. Pure leaned down and whispered a Thankyou before having him in a pressure point to knock him out.

Pyre stood up and stretched, cracking his back. He dragged all three of the men till they are all next to eachother in the side of the road. He tied them up quickly and sent a messenger to go fetch the rune knights. Pyre could at least do something out of the shadows for once. So, the slightest thing he could do, was beat up some thugs and have them arrested. But thankfully they gave him the info he needed to see if there was anyone behind this thug business.

WC: 554

The street was growing dark and the moon was rising high in the sky when he finally made it to the bar where Antonio Burkes was supposedly sitting. Pyre has no real intention on fighting Antonio. He just wanted to go take a peak at the man’s records. Which likely meant scaling the side of the building and climbing into the back office and snooping through records.

The bar Antonio sat at was very clearly dangerous. The sign was falling down and there were a few thugs leaning against the walls. One had a cigarette and peered up as Pyre walked by. Pyre kept his pace, if the man followed he’d disable the man. Pyre took a turn down the side alley and walked towards the back edge. There were some junkies flying high on some random drug that Pyre never wished to try. He could hear the footsteps of someone else walking down the alleyway behind him.
When he turned around the corner he waited a few seconds before cigarette guy turned the corner. Pyre swiped his feet out from under him and grabbed the man’s collar. Swinging him hard into the nearby wall. The man yelled out and pure slammed his foot into the man’s shin, breaking it. “I’m not something you or your boss have to worry about.” Pyre whispered. The man spat at Pyre. Sighing Pyre heaved the man into the other building behind them. The man yelled again. Pyre grabbed him by the neck and let his unconcious body slump to the ground.
Looking up he saw a small open window on the second floor. A fire escape a few feet above the ground. He jumped up and grabbed the edge, pulling himself up and over the edge. He quietly climbed the metal stairs, trying to make sure that he didn’t rattle the metal.

When he reached the window he peered in. It was empty. Pyre slid the window up and climbed inside. Immediately he snapped the lock on the files off and flipped through them. Pyre noticed that Antonio was clearly a avid businessman. He kept detailed records of who did a wrong and who had given him money. Pyre looked through the files for a few names he knew the Baurai liked to use. Feliciano, Van Draggan, Shino, And Nuvo. But, none of the names on the files matched the ones Pyre knew. He opened some of the ones that had a high number of donations. The Dante family had donated close to 2.6 million jewels. He read through their file. A rich family in Fiore. They owned quite a lot of land and apparently had Brennan dipping into the crime world for quite awhile to keep their pockets full. But, they showed no possibility of being Baurai in reality. The Baurai preferred to be from out of fiore and also a rich merchant family, not a large Farming family.

Pyre sighed, none of these were Baurai and had no chance of being one. He left quietly and walked back to his inn. He was done for the day.

WC:516