Simon whistled without a care in the world as he walked in a seemingly random direction with his hands inside his robe.
He would sometimes look to the left, then look to the right, greet some clan members he encounters, then continue on his journey.
He would turn to the left, then to the right, walk across a causeway, and he kept on doing this for nearly thirty minutes, completely ignoring the fact that no matter where he went to, two individuals would always be behind him, not too far away from him.
The two individuals were not always the same, they always changed at some point, the masks they wore would be different, but there were always two conversing individuals behind Simon no matter where he went and turned to.
But if one was perceptive enough, they would notice that after some time, the same individuals who were behind Simon in the beginning, would appear again.
Though, the mix-up would be different.
