The Fae needed one last component to pull of his ritual. He idly wondered if Rowan's services, well, her body rather, could be used in place of what the spell called for, as she was an abomination of magic. That well of ability could very well make up for the lack of virtue, but Varrick hadn't decided if he wanted to chance it just yet.
Percival was at his new home, enjoying his new place of rest. It wasn't lavish in the least. Merely a humble house in place of an apartment building with three bedrooms, two and a half bath.
Everything needed for the ritual was already back in his network of caves, the travel much easier now that he had the layout of the ley lines around the city. He merely needed to tap into one and like a wisp of smoke he was there.
For now, he was back in Rome, merely watching the man creatures wandering the streets. He was on a hunt, and only a certain type of prey would do. The only problematic development to the hunt was the fact that Varrick had no idea really where to find a virtuous person in Rome.