Chapter 293
The group gathered near a narrow alley beside a run-down tavern, where drunken laughter spilled into the street. The night was thick with heat and distant shouting from nearby fighting pits. Kael stood with arms folded, eyes scanning the street as Ariana adjusted her cloak beside him.
Vic leaned against the wall with a groan. "My Lord, can I ask again—are you sure this isn’t some idiotic plan that ends with me getting beaten by muscle-bound maniacs?"
Kael raised an eyebrow. "You think I’d let that happen to you, Vic?"
"Yes," Gare and Barret answered in unison.
Vic scowled. "I hate this group."
Barret narrowed his eyes at Kael. "You’ve been acting strange since we got here. What exactly are you planning,My Lord?"
Kael gave them a sly grin. "A small detour. Me and Ariana have some business to attend to."
Gare crossed his arms. "You’re not heading to the Church, are you?"
Kael’s smile thinned, but he didn’t answer directly. Instead, he pulled out a folded set of clothes from his cloak—an exact copy of the attire he was wearing.
"You three are going to the pub. But not just to drink." He handed the disguise to Vic. "Wear this. Pretend you’re me. Act drunk. Loud. Stupid. Start a minor scene. Just enough to keep eyes away."
Vic blinked. "You want me to play you?"
Barret let out a dry chuckle. "Oh, this is going to be good."