Papuyu didn't knock. She kicked the luxury inn's bathroom window open from the outside right as Kanos finished rinsing the soap out of his hair.
"We are moving," the woman said flatly. Rainwater was still dripping from the dagger in her hand.
Thirty minutes later, they were miles away from Marrath's upper district. No more paved stone streets or bright oil lamps. They entered a narrow alley in the lower district that smelled like a mix of horse piss and rotten cabbage. Belida walked behind Kanos, carrying a giant burlap sack full of gold coins and iron chunks while ducking so his head wouldn't hit the residents' laundry lines.
"Sensor Bureau?" Kanos asked quietly, pulling up the hood of his gray cloak. The light drizzle made the street even muddier.
