Melissa was sure she had gathered enough information.
Her master needed to hear about this as soon as possible.
With careful steps, she backed away from the shadows, ensuring she didn't make a sound.
The innkeeper was still occupied, too focused on his blackmail letter to notice her retreat.
"Good. This will be an easy escape."
She thought.
She turned a corner, her heart steady, her movements precise—but just as she was about to slip away unseen, she walked straight into someone.
A soft, feminine "Oh?" filled the dimly lit corridor.
Melissa tensed.
She looked up to see a woman in an apron, with kind, gentle eyes and a pleasant smile.
The innkeeper's wife.
The woman's expression was harmless, almost motherly, but something about her put Melissa on edge.
'Too late to run now."'
She realized.
'Stay calm. Stay casual.'
The woman tilted her head slightly.
"What are you doing here, dear?"
