The papers that lay on the table before him turned into ashes as Karyk stood up. The bartender, a keen observer, watched silently as Karyk left without uttering a word.
Knowing that Karyk had not given him any instructions, the bartender refrained from taking any action on his own. He simply waited, anticipating the moment when Karyk might call upon him. Yet, deep down, he had a sense that the likelihood of that happening was slim.
Leaving the comfort of the bar behind, Karyk walked through the city streets.
He wandered aimlessly, assuming the role of a mere spectator. His steps took him to the grand Mansions belonging to the city's three major families.
From a distance, he observed each mansion and its elaborate security measures. Karyk sought more than just the knowledge he had gained from his reading. He wanted to personally witness it.
