There was that voice again. Who in the world was talking to him? And where was it coming from? Whatever--Tristepin had bigger Kraloves to fry.

It didn't take long for him to dispatch the hooligans in the alley. Hah! Villains were always all talk and no action! It was almost too easy. Dusting his hands off, he shaded his eyes and peered up over his head again, frowning.

"Voice? Are you still there?" he called. He still wasn't sure he hadn't imagined it. A lot of weird things had happened since he'd come to this place, after all.