Adam moved swiftly and quietly across the rooftops of District 4, his dark silhouette blending seamlessly into the night.
The moon hung low, casting its faint light over the narrow streets below, illuminating little more than an outline of the district's aging buildings.
Pausing briefly, Adam pulled out the map Bran had given him from his inventory. The map, hastily marked with Bran's inked instructions, indicated key locations within the DockMaster organization's control.
Chief among them was an inn where Bran and his fellow DockMaster affiliates were staying.
Bran had said he would wait in District 4. This part of town was isolated, rarely seeing much activity after nightfall.
It was a good spot for DockMaster business—hidden, quiet, and with few prying eyes. Adam studied the map one more time, his eyes tracing the path he would need to follow to reach Bran's marked location.
