Emong walked down the street, his face and body covered by a heavy cloak. The wedding was announced way ahead of time. It was a good thing that they planned their course of action an hour before the announcement. His role in the plan was then pushed forward.
He weaved down the streets, walking unhurriedly towards the most popular tavern in the middle class district. At that time of the night, many of the men congregated at that tavern for a night of drinking and relaxation. Emong was still some meters away, but he could already hear the boisterous laughter of the tavern-goers.
He entered the tavern unnoticed. He sat at the bar and ordered a drink. He listened on the topic of every group. One group caught his attention; they were talking about the Queen.
He grabbed his tankard of beer an
