Foggy memory

The sun emerged from behind the horizon, adding a glow to the dull morning sky.

Kegan and Louis, who had lounged in an inn not too far from Winstol prepared to set off straight to the magistrate office in the town.

Since the inn was not too far from Winstol, it did not take long before they entered the busy streets of the bustling town. It wasn't even midday, and people were already up preparing to make the day's profit.

"We are here." Louis announced as he alighted from the carriage. He paused halfway down the carriage and turned expectantly at Kegan. "I would probably need to grease his palms a bit to make him tell me anything noteworthy."

His words earned him a small pouch of coins to be thrown into his hands. Louis beamed and finally stepped down from the carriage as he started whistling.

The whistling tone faded into a distance, or maybe the councilman had stopped whistling once he entered inside the magistrate's office.