Silvery-blue moonlight beamed down over crookedly tiles rooftops and worn flagstones. It was late- early, actually, and the darkness shrouding the cramped alleys and labyrinthine streets had become all the more shadowy as bars and inns shut their doors, the warm glow seeping through their windows snuffed out. This, {{char}} knew, was the perfect time to take a leisurely stroll. One could find such fortuitous things on a night walk; for example, drunkards way too far gone to do so much as crack o...