"They took Fons!?" Alderich shouted unintentionally.

"why did they not put him in your charge?" Sumika questioned.

"A shade sabotaged us," Makenna responded. "Destroyed the arrows before they reached Fons, the guards did not see them and assumed we did not attack."

"Why would a shade sabotage us?" Alderich asked. "If I remember correctly, they wanted the Wild Cards to be together."

"That shade told us who the Cards would be," Isaiah corrected, not that it wanted us united. But I do agree there is something deeper in play here."

"So what do we do?" Ryan asked the group.

"It should be obvious, "Eyana said to him annoyed, "we find Fons, rescue him."

An ugly problem reared its head. "Where is he?" Sumika asked.

"I honestly have no idea," Isaiah replied.

"I have a good guess," Jaime said from the shadows.

All eyes turned to the assassin. "What?" Alderich muttered. You want to help us now?"

"You are all completely right," Jaime started, "if Isaiah was meant to die by the hand of a Dark Brother, another would have been sent by now, we do not leave contracts uncompleted. I am yours."

At those words, a noticeable chill filled the air. The temperature dropped and white mist was visible coming from everyone's mouths. All seven shivered; it was not a shiver of cold, this was caused by something… unnatural.

There was a screech that forced the Cards' hands to their ears. A wraith removed itself from the wall and went straight at Jaime. Weaver managed to block, but the wraith still knocked him to the ground. The specter disappeared into the opposite wall. The Wild Cards readied their weapons.

Jaime held up his hand. "I know it is not my place to ask anything from any of you," he told them, "but this is my fight."

"You want to fight that thing alone?" Alderich asked chuckling and placing his sword back in its sheath. "Suit yourself."

Jaime looked to Isaiah. He wore a smile of approval and nodded.

Weaver separated himself from the rest of the group and held his shining silver dagger in front of his chest in a fighting stance. He would not be surprised again. That was his job.

The Cards did however notice a problem with the assassin's stance. The wraith had gone into the wall he had his back to. The others had no time to point this out however, the phantom had already left its sanctuary of stone and was charging Jaime.

'I surprise,' Jaime thought to himself as he span the left, blade extended, to dodge the wraith's attack and slash the creature's ethereal chest. As the wraith passed him, he fluidly brought his blade about into an upwards slice across its retreating back. The phantom quickly headed towards the wall to lick its wounds.

Weaver held his dagger, dripping with ectoplasm, by the blade with two fingers. He threw the dagger at the creatures back. The silver stuck, but the wraith continued to the wall. Jaime's dagger clattered to the ground outside of the phantom's protective stone.

Jaime slowly went forward towards the wall to retrieve his dagger. The wraith could be anywhere by now, so caution was currently his best defense, along with his weapon. The assassin got low and reached for the hilt of his blade. His fingertips were only inches from their goal when a ghostly bluegreen hand slashed through the air at him. He quickly backed up, forced to leave his weapon.

The wraith picked up the dagger and charged at Weaver. Jaime found a weapon to block the specter's furious attacks: as steel longsword. The blade would be sufficient to parry with, but would be unable to damage the spirit's form.

Jaime blocked the wraith's flurry of attacks, but could make no advances of his own and so was soon backed against a wall. He looked around for something that could change the tied of battle. He saw a quiver of silver arrows off to his side, the very same arrows Isaiah had used to battle an ogre alongside Makenna. He took one.

The wraith came forward for one final charge. Weaver sidestepped his own blade and held out Isaiah's arrow level with the phantom's head. The wraith failed to slow and its head slid down the shaft of silver.

The wraith began to dissipate and went into the wall. Strangely however, the fading spirit pushed Jaime into the wall along with it. Eyana gasped as he disappeared through the stone.

The other six Cards held their breath for what seemed like hours. Jaime emerged from the wall and they released the air in their lungs.

Jaime waved his hand through the wall, and was successful. "This is… new."

"I guess he is a Card," Alderich said looking at Weaver's arm in the wall.

"He has a power like we do," Sumika commented.

"Like most of us do," Eyana added resentfully. "Isaiah, Makenna, and I seem to be left out."

Isaiah did not speak but did have something to say. No one questioned him directly, so he would wait a minute longer…

"So, what was that wraith?" Makenna asked. "Why did it come all the way here?"

"That was the Wrath of Sithis," Jaime explained. "A Wrath of Sithis is sent out when someone breaks one of the Five Tenets or otherwise betrays the Dark Brotherhood."

"So you can now pass through physical objects like a wraith does?" Makenna questioned more.

Weaver nodded. "It seems so…"

"Do you still have a physical presence?" Ryan queried.

Jaime placed his palm flat against the stone next to him.

"Interesting," Isaiah said, "but we should move on. You said you may know where to find Alfonso."

"Yes," Jaime started, "there is a tower in Blackwood where the Imperials keep strange creatures they capture. They are quite secretive about it."

"How do you know of it?" Alderich queried.

"I have removed many undesirable creatures from existence," the Breton replied.

"That is a bit of a walk away, but we have a destination," Isaiah said. He decided it was time. "What do you say we take a shortcut?"