Radasanth, shining capitol of Corone, easily one of the biggest and busiest ports on the island nation. Travelers came from far and wide to shop here, to visit the nearby beaches, or simply to travel to somewhere else from the hub city. To many people, it was their home, the place they took great pride in being a part of, and to others it was the crowning jewel of their nation.

Nevin thought it stank. After months of living in Stonevale, bordering a forest, the Alchemist had become long accustomed to fresh, clean air. Radasanth stank of unwashed bodies, pressed too close together for too long. While he didn't have enhanced senses of any kind, the odor that hung around the city like a pervasive fog was an assault even on his nose.

To make matters worse, his skin was humming. Not the outright unearthly choir his magic normally rang out in when there was spilled blood nearby, but rather just a low-key hum that danced along his body, raising goosebumps on his flesh. It was… disconcerting to the man, as he had no idea why his magic was reacting differently. Then he paused as that thought ran through his mind, and frowned.

No, that wasn't quite right. He did have an idea of why something here would make his magic react. It just was not a pleasant idea - and it was the whole reason he had come to Radasanth instead of just heading onwards towards Lindequalme.

Somewhere in this city, was supposedly a survivor of the cult that had made him what he was. At first Nevin had thought that maybe the survivor just intended to meet the bounty hunters here, but fact that his magic was acting in an unusual manner was proof otherwise. As much as he wished it wasn't so. That meant that Nevin had to track the bastard down here after all, instead of just watching for new arrivals.

Crimson damn it. He didn't want to spend any more time in this pace than he had to, but at the same time he absolutely could not allow a survivor of that accursed cult to spring up anew and start the atrocities all over again. They would have learned from the mistake they made with his situation. However long they had been here was already too long. So, how to hunt for a cultist?