Chiron moved through the city like someone who belonged there.
His posture was loose, his steps unhurried, his aura pressed down and muted until he felt like just another traveler with coin to burn. Only Silmarien, walking half a step behind him, knew how alert he truly was.
While Chiron knew where is targets were hiding, he did not know exactly wherw they were.
That part was missing in his memories of this place.
Then again when the Mc waa brought hefe in his book, the was passed out.
Their first stop was a narrow street washed in violet lantern-light.
Women leaned against carved pillars and balcony rails, silk clinging to their figures, smiles practiced and eyes sharp. One of them—blue-haired, with pupils slit like a cat's—tilted her head as chiron approached.
"You're lost," she said lightly.
"Looking," Chiron corrected, flipping a blue beast core into the air.
Her hand snapped out, catching it with ease. The glow reflected briefly in her eyes before she tucked it away.
