On the night when the city began to quiet down and oil lamps flickered to life along the streets, Alpha stepped out of the tavern with calm strides after finishing his meal—but inside, he was anything but calm. Something about the nobleman's voice, which had echoed through the tavern, had stirred his curiosity… no, not quite curiosity… more like a sting of intuition whispering that this night wouldn't end in silence.
As soon as he stepped outside, he slowly turned his head and saw the two nobles walking toward a higher district of the city. Their long cloaks fluttered in the air, and each of their swords gleamed under the dim glow of the lanterns.
Alpha lowered his straw hat slightly and followed them, his steps swallowed by the shadows—silent, unnoticed, like a phantom of the city itself.
They spoke in hushed tones, but the stillness of the street allowed every word to reach him.
