Dusk approached as the sun set in the west.
Saroyan, dressed as a fisherman, slowly walked out from the neighboring shack, a burden of salted fish resting on his shoulders.
After cautiously surveying his surroundings, Saroyan stepped left and merged into the flow of people.
Just as he entered the crowd, a flicker in his peripheral vision caught sight of a man and a woman, both Wizards, advancing under the escort of several Steel-armored Guards at the distant corner of the street.
Saroyan continued forward, his expression calm, showing not a hint of fear.
He recognized these two Wizards; he had seen them before at 79 Tulip Street.
"Merely two Intermediate Wizard Apprentices that I could dispose of with ease…" he thought to himself.
He glanced at the silver-white badges on their chests, maintaining his dull expression, and made his way to the side of the street.
