The weight of Draven's letter bore down on me, the ink barely dry on the parchment. The assignment was explicit: infiltrate the merchant's network in Haverford, gather evidence of his illicit activities, and report back. This wasn't just another mission; it was a pivotal operation that could have far-reaching consequences for the kingdom and the Drakhan family's interests. The pressure was immense, and the sense of urgency in Draven's words left no room for error.
As I arrived in Haverford, a sense of anxiety settled in my chest. I had done undercover work before, but this felt different. The bustling market became my stage, and I had to blend seamlessly. Posing as a merchant eager to expand my trade network, I donned a simple yet professional attire—a dark blue dress paired with silver jewelry. The outfit was meant to project both prosperity and discretion, though I couldn't help but feel a little out of place amidst the more seasoned traders.
