Diana followed her mark in and out of the shifting crowds as he arrived at the Capitole, the central square in town adjoining city hall. The main plaza was surrounded by city hall on one side and shops, hotels, and restaurants on the other three. In good weather, it was always crowded. Today there was a farmer’s market and there were people handing out pamphlets under red tents.
The well-dressed man cut across the square and through the walkway that led through the city hall’s courtyard and out the other side. It exited next to the old Donjon, which now served as the town’s tourism office instead of a dungeon.
The building was practically vibrating with the residual energy of former residents, enough to catch the attention of her mark. He stared at the building for a long moment, confirm
