The port town pulsed with life, merchants shouting over barrels of fish and crates of wool as they bargained on the cobblestone streets. The air was thick with the scent of salt and tar, blending with the cries of gulls circling above.
Joel walked ahead, his confident stride masking his alertness. His eyes scanned every alleyway.
"We need to know what we're stepping into," he murmured. "If Ren is right about the slavers, that caravan is our best chance to see it for ourselves. But we cannot walk in blind."
Viana's mind raced as she pieced together their next move. "The caravan leaves tomorrow night. Today, we scout the route. If we find proof that they are holding captives, we can use it to pressure Kess—or bypass him entirely and go straight to Arin's allies."
Joel glanced at her, admiration flickering in his brown eyes. "Bold, Princess. But if Kess has eyes on us, scouting around could tip him off."
He paused before adding, "Not that I doubt your nerve, Mara."
