The Hidden Observer
Either way, his reputation had been built on something far more substantial than rumors.
Felberta leaned back in her chair.
For once, she had nothing to say.
Oliver watched her quietly. He could tell from her expression that she had found something significant, but he waited for her to speak.
Outside the window, the evening continued as usual.
The last traces of daylight were fading from the sky, leaving the streets bathed in the warm glow of lamps and shopfronts. Merchants were closing their businesses for the day. A few called out to customers who were making their final purchases, while others busied themselves with packing away their goods.
Carts rattled along the streets.
Adventurers returned from their daily work, some laughing as they discussed their latest exploits. Others looked thoroughly exhausted and headed straight for the nearest tavern, eager to find a drink and forget about the day's troubles.
The city was alive with ordinary things.
