Wood rolled down the carriage window, revealing the man's grave face.
He had heard the previous conversation; currently, there were many mixed ears and eyes on the street, some things could not be said outright, and each of them understood this in their hearts.
"Mr. Wayner, I'll bring the guest in first." He prepared to get out of the carriage, his hand habitually placed on the hilt of his sword.
"It is the guest we invited to assist in the investigation."
"I can come along." A weak but clear female voice rang out; only then did Alex notice that in the backlit window, the hidden corner of the carriage cabin, a young woman was sitting.
She sat so quietly that she seemed to merge with the darkness inside.
"I can help. My knowledge might be useful." The girl named Orya stepped into the light; she adjusted her glasses frames. She was the priest Wood and Hughes had gone to the neighboring town's church to invite, a Rank 9 Savant.
