The market square bustled with the usual evening crowd—merchants hawking their wares, children darting between stalls, and the smell of roasted chestnuts mixing with the stench of fish from the nearby docks.
Two cloaked figures moved through the chaos like shadows, their movements synchronized in a way that spoke of years working together.
"Third one this week," the taller figure muttered, jerking his chin toward a group of white-robed priests gathering near the fountain. Their golden sun emblems gleamed in the fading light—the symbol of Goddess Fuero.
The shorter figure grunted. "Makes no damn sense. This close to Count Redwood's territory? The old bastard hates having the church sniffing around his lands."
They paused at a fruit stand, pretending to examine apples while watching the priests distribute what looked like pamphlets to anyone who'd take them. The taller one picked up an apple, turning it over in his hands.
"Boss is gonna want to know about this."
