A day has passed. Inigo was in his room in Amber Hearth, preparing for the day.
Then there was a knock.
"Inigo, this is Lyra. Are you ready?"
Inigo snapped his head towards the door and sighed. She's already here early.
"I'm coming out."
Inigo stepped towards the door and opened it, and he may not have noticed it but Lyra really had such beautiful features for an elf. She's thin but not too thin and her silver hair was so lustrous that it seemed sparkling against the sunlight that was streaming through the windows of the hallway. And as for her clothes, she was wearing a simple tunic that is made to blend among the citizens of the city.
"You ready?" he asked.
Lyra gave a curt nod. "I've written down names. People I know from my days freelancing. Black market agents, legitimate mages, alchemists. We don't go to the guild for this."
"Obviously."
