As William was about to open up, Betty squinted her eyes, looking beside William. Or rather, she was observing William as a means of disguise, focusing on a certain spot in the bar.
"They're still here, still watching you, William."
"I'm aware, Miss Betty."
They were two men sitting in the guest seats, draped in deep purple robes, with the symbol of the Arcane Eye embroidered on their wide hoods, and the shadow of magic completely disguising their faces. It was common to disguise oneself in the Light and Dark District, but even the bold Outlaws would not dare disguise themselves as the masters of this moving city-state. They came from the Secret Pivot Council and were enforcers of the city's law. In the grey area of the Light and Dark District, Arcanists usually did not stay for long, and they knew all too well how unwelcome they were by the locals. Besides, the level of liquid in their cups hadn't changed a bit, standing out in the crowd like a sore thumb.
