Raising his hand to block the rays of bright sunlight falling from the brilliant vista above, Altair weaved through the crowded thoroughfare with skillful footfalls.
He moved away from the Godhand Bazaar, nested in the busiest part of Aeredale City, transitioning to an equally active but uniquely populated part of the city. The streets were no longer thronged by civilians dressed in cloth garbs or merchants heralding cavalcades.
Here, there were primarily people dressed in various armor, outfitted with many blades, shields, and other miscellaneous equipment.
Beside Altair, Ezra kept up with swift, fluid movements. He was like a shadow moving through the crowd undetected and ignored. Perhaps that was the outcome he aimed for.
