Adam sat inside a horse-drawn carriage as it rolled steadily towards the Palace District.
The carriage was well made, reinforced with iron fittings and subtle warding runes, the kind reserved for noble transport.
Outside, mounted guards rode at a closed distance, flanking the carriage and marking the journey as official rather than casual.
The youth was posing as a Mana Vortex Magus, after all. And in a city ruled by Mana Vortex Magi, inviting someone of similar station wasn't something that was supposed to be casual. Especially considering the dark undercurrents in the city.
Adam leaned against the wall, glancing outside with a faint smile etched on his aged face.
Ah, I wonder what hand they're going to play, he thought to himself.
Given my performance in the last ten days, they should know that I'm not a prospective enemy. But if they're smart, they should still suspect me.
