I'd spent the last three days doing the same thing.
Walking through Greyford's districts with my debug vision active, scanning faces, hoping to catch a glimpse of either Agnes or Gerald.
So far? Nothing.
Well, not nothing. I'd found four more women named Agnes. A baker's assistant, two housemaids in different districts, and an elderly woman who ran a small textile shop. None of them were the Agnes I was looking for.
And Gerald remained completely absent. No stalls. No hooded figures appearing in alleys. No cryptic merchants offering impossible items.
Like he'd just vanished into thin air.
I sat on a bench near the central fountain, watching the afternoon crowd flow past. Merchants called out their wares, children chased each other around the fountain's edge, couples walked arm in arm through the plaza.
Normal. Peaceful. Completely unhelpful.
