"Haah… I can't believe it. Where's the informant? I've been sitting here for 3 hours now…"
The cloaked figure sighed deeply and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose beneath his half-mask.
This was precisely the kind of attention he'd been instructed to avoid.
Lady Ophelia had been explicit in her orders: maintain a low profile, secure the missing shipments, and return to Aurean without incident.
Three simple tasks that now seemed impossibly complicated by his momentary lapse in judgment.
"For the love of the Great Tree," he muttered under his breath, his palm meeting his forehead with an audible smack.
"One night. I just needed to get through one night without causing a scene."
He glanced around at the tavern's patrons, who were still gawking at him with expressions ranging from terror to awe.
