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"There's something off about that wine merchant."
Maillot stood beside Thales, frowning as he watched Dagori Moss raise his hands diligently and cooperatively, subjected to a rigorous search by the ill-tempered Rolff.
"Hmm?" Thales responded.
"We just inspected his entourage."
"And?"
"Their wagon wheels are clean, they don't have much cargo, and their attendants are just a few locals hired temporarily, same as the coachman," Maillot scrutinized the wine merchant, "I guess he's not here for the celebration from afar as he claims. Instead, he's been waiting in Emerald City for quite a while, specifically for you, perhaps on someone's orders."
Someone with a purpose.
Thales remembered what he had witnessed and heard within the Kingdom Secret Agency.
Only, I have already known that.
"You mean, he might be a person from Emerald City?"
"Or someone else."
Thales sighed, "I understand, Thor, thank you."
Maillot turned his head, "Are you still going to meet with him?"
