The rumbling thunder, slashing cold winds, and the gradually escalating rain hid the evils that occurred in this town. It was like a curtain for those who existed only in the underground. Moments like this were when they would crawl from their dark holes with the night and weather as a curtain for their terror.
Instant Movement [Dash]
It only took Mwana a short while to cross the gap between him and the over a dozen men who had broken his pot, his mother's pot. However, he naturally did not chase over a dozen suspicious men in the grey of approaching night just to demand compensation. He had long noticed that these men had actually been chasing someone else. When Mwana finally caught up to them, they had turned and entered a deserted and dark back alley. There was nothing there, only a disgusting river of sewage and dumped trash. Even Milele town had sections like this.
