The morning sun fell through the path as I walked to the market. Behind me were the guards trailing behind me and making sure I was safe as Arthur had threatened their lives if anything should go wrong. I was already at the market trying to buy some herbs, when I noticed something felt… off. A chill ran down my spine, even though the weather was warm.
I paused for a moment, wiping my hands on my apron, glancing toward the market street I could see from where I was. Then something caught my eye—a merchant setting up his stall, selling spices and dried herbs. He looked ordinary enough, but there was something in the way he moved, calculating, scanning the crowd like a predator hunting prey.
I shook my head. Get a grip, Daniel. You’re imagining things.
Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling o
