Kolamzi had read a report on the hooded figure's exploits dating back a few years; he knew that the latter had vanquished a Zanszprët using an Aurora Stone, without any prior training. 

Emissaries usually required countless practice sessions in order to master the act of channeling energies with the artifact, but the masked figure had needed no such guidance. According to historical records, the likelihood of that happening was one in a hundred.

"Not even one yet?" Sean continued, turning toward the masked figure with a stern expression on his face, his body held in an imposing military stance. 

"Capturing these individuals is part of our work. It's good and well that you fulfill your other role, but you must not forget that it is not the only duty we have. Just make sure of this: any one that you find, you bring it to me." A malicious grin crept over Sean's face as he spoke. "It is your prime objective. If you can't complete this mission, I won't be able to give you the other one."

But he was lying. In fact, Sean Thiel was not going to wait for the masked figure to capture the fatesmiths, he would rather take this task into his own hands.

The lieutenant walked toward the door in silence. He opened it with both hands, pausing for a moment to glance back at the masked emissary, who had not moved an inch.

"And fix your cloak. You cannot wear a uniform in that condition."

Upon uttering those words, the lieutenant disappeared down the hall. 

The hooded figure waited until he was definitely alone before glancing down to inspect his cloak. It was clear enough: a small section had been ripped off the night before.