Lebu sat at the table in the hall, legs crossed. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting warm light on his middle-aged face.
Kenny stood across from him, posture tired but attentive. He didn't follow any formal structure. He only spoke things as they came to mind.
"I followed the Baron for a month," he began. "Mostly through the Trade Ward. His routine is clean on the surface. Quite predictable routes, if I'm being honest. He varies only when he's doing something he doesn't want noticed."
He paused, then reached into his satchel hanging on the wall, and unfolded a sheet of paper before sliding it across the table.
"That's him," Kenny said. "Baron Alan Veyne. The carriage is always guarded by six men. Two ahead, two at the sides, and two back."
Lebu glanced at the sketch, slightly impressed by the boy's drawing skills, and nodded. "Accurate."
Kenny continued, "Three weeks in, he changed his route. Went to a warehouse in the River Ward. One he owns, but doesn't use often."
