That evening.
A small house on the outskirts of Gaze Town.
The sky was darkening.
In the back room, a man sat in silence.
Tomorrow's the day. But I still don't know how to slip inside. Mission's a mission. My job is to pass the layout to the team.
He slid a hand under the bed and pulled out a rolled sheet of paper. Unfurling it, he studied the rough sketches he'd drawn over the past year.
After living here for twelve months, working a stall in the market… I've pieced together what I could. Even if it's not perfect, it's something. I marked where they store weapons, where the mana relays are… I had to guess some of it from outside observation.
If only I could get onto the Armand estate grounds and map the main barracks behind it.
He scowled, thinking of the Pekko scattered throughout the town.
