Kent spent the entire day gathering information on prisoners, disguised in simple clothes, blending seamlessly into the crowds. His face was shadowed by a dark hood and a normal looking mask, allowing him to move incognito through the bustling streets and hidden alleys.
As the evening came, he went from one old inn to another, seeking out the city's oldest residents—people who carried deep wells of knowledge about the past and the forgotten individuals held within the royal prison.
Seated in the dim corners of modest taverns, Kent listened intently as elderly people with a white beards recounted tales of those who had been powerful once but were now forgotten by all.
With each tale, Kent carefully noted down names in his leather-bound notebook, categorizing them by the skills or alliances he believed they might offer.
