The market district was loud today.
Aegis walked through the crowds with the Summerfang twins flanking her, the three of them squeezing past vendors hawking everything from fresh bread to questionable "miracle elixirs" that probably just gave you diarrhea. Kai'Lin and Mei'Lin had traded their usual mercenary leathers for casual clothes, simple dresses that made them look like any other pair of young women out for a stroll. Well, any other pair of young women with cat ears, anyway.
"So," Aegis said, stepping around a man carrying an absurdly tall stack of crates, "what have my favorite spies got for me today?"
"Intel, nya," Kai'Lin replied. "Bad intel."
"How bad are we talking? 'Minor inconvenience' bad or 'someone's trying to kill me again' bad?"
"Uh, somewhere in the middle, nya."
Mei'Lin leaned in close. Her white-and-brown hair brushed against Aegis's shoulder, and her massive tits pressed against Aegis's arm. Definitely intentional. Aegis didn't complain.
