I left the Grenville family's estate with my mind racing. Tyler Westwood's invitation had all the hallmarks of a trap, yet I couldn't dismiss the possibility that he genuinely possessed information about the Guardians. Either way, I had more pressing concerns. Mariana was expecting me at the Celestial Apothecary Guild in Riverbend Town, and I wasn't about to keep the Pavilion Master waiting.
The journey should have been straightforward. I chose a route through the forest paths, less traveled but more direct. The morning air was crisp, the sun filtering through autumn leaves in shafts of golden light. Under different circumstances, I might have appreciated the peace.
My communicator vibrated. It was a confirmation from Tyler Westwood – the photos I'd requested of the Guardian portrait. Smart move on his part, trying to build trust. I'd analyze them later when I wasn't exposed in the open.
