The place Tara described to them wasn't far from here.
Because of the close physical proximity of their destination, the three of them would go there without the horse so they wouldn't draw attention to their approach.
Walking the paved stone paths as a small, unpretentious group of high-class traders checking on their local inventory was a flawless method of camouflage.
They couldn't do so while riding the great horse since that would shattered their low-profile strategy before they could even cross the boundary line.
Yuan and Varis turned to Mr. White, their bodies shifting into perfectly disciplined angles of deference as they stood perfectly still, waiting for his order to proceed.
Yuan, the regional guild master, kept his arms folded loosely beneath his heavy leather coat, his eyes locked onto the black cat facepiece with a quiet, unwavering trust born of their previous encounters.
