Before our kitting out could even begin we swiftly go back to Broderick's mansion and don our masks and robes, since we are likely going to be buying some standout items, thus it would be for the best if no one sees our faces while doing so.
As we walk down the bustling streets of the city, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, amber glow on the polished cobblestones beneath our feet. The market district is still alive with activity, though the pace has slowed as the day winds down. Vendors call out their final offers of the evening, and the enticing scent of fresh bread and sizzling meat lingers in the cooling air. We pass by several impressive-looking shops, their storefronts bathed in the soft, golden light of dusk, showcasing finely decorated weapons and armor behind pristine glass windows. But despite the allure, we continue down a narrow, less-traveled path.
