A few streets away, the two men had already put some distance between themselves and the encounter. Their pace wasn't rushed, but it wasn't relaxed either. It was the speed of people who didn't want to be seen walking with purpose.
Their shoulders stayed loose, hands away from weapons, faces blank. In a crowded street, the most dangerous people were the ones who looked like they didn't belong to danger at all.
"Who do we report this to?" the second man asked after a moment, glancing sideways.
The first didn't answer immediately. His hand moved briefly to his shoulder, brushing over the faint outline of the sun crest hidden beneath his cloak, as if grounding his thoughts.
"We don't ignore it," he said after a short pause. "That much I know."
The second man frowned slightly. "So we just pass it up?"
The first nodded. "Yeah. Clan's been asking for anything unusual on this floor anyway."
That was reason enough.
