Night vision

When I came upon it, it was no different than it was during the day. It certainly looked darker and more foreboding, but there were no new signs or boards or anything, and when I slipped inside the door like a snake slithering through the cracks, there were no squatters huddling around cheap lanterns or gang thugs lighting up in the corners. The only realdifference was the lighting: during the day, when the sun was out, it was more than bright enough to see what I was doing, but at night, with only the moon and the stars to guide me, the entire place was blanketed in shadow and shade.

Fortunately, Hassan of the Hundred Faces had excellent night vision. He had to, if I was guessing, or else he couldn’t have been anywhere near as effective as he had been. Or was supposed to have been? I was still kind of dubious about even the possibility that these heroes — for a certain value of the word, given Hassan and his kind — had once been real people.

In any case, Hassan’s night vision spared me a lot of trouble I might have had otherwise trying to find resources in the dark. And, just to make it easier on myself —