It was dawn when Therion left the city. He rose in the dark, quietly prepared whatever needed to be done at the last minute, and left the garrison silently a few hours later. He preferred traveling in the dark when he could; the dark meant secrecy, and no Solaris to blaze down on him. Solaris sees everything the light touches, went the beginning of the noon hymn to the sun god. And whatever Solaris saw, it seemed his followers could find out. Therion had ridden out of the city by the time the morning prayers began, but for appearance's sake he dismounted and knelt facing the east. He didn't mind prayer; it offered him a little time to his own thoughts. In this case, what he planned to do on his leave. His superiors had insisted that he take at least a little bit of time off from his work. Finally he'd given in, but not to visit family or explore. Therion had finally found a real lead to someone he hoped could help him. That was enough. Rising, Therion took to horseback again, moving at a slow trot. He was in no hurry; the Solarians had long forgotten about this target. They'd conquered the land and held it in thrall for decades now, there was no reason to hunt down witches who may or may not even exist. Therion didn't know what he would find, but he held a quiet hope that this time, he'd finally reach someone with the power to help him rid the land of the sun-worshiping cult. After all, this witch had helped to build their towers; she'd probably like to see them topple.