To Klover
The next day, Oldman Dunn stirred awake as the soft morning light entered through the curtains into the room of a modest inn he had rented.
His keen instincts immediately brought him to full alertness as he recalled the mission that lay ahead in Klover.
Oldman Dunn sat up on the comfortable but unpretentious bed, stretching his limbs and preparing himself mentally for the day ahead.
As a spy, he had to be sharp and observant, always ready to adapt to any unforeseen circumstances.
Without wasting time, Oldman Dunn packed his belongings, checking and rechecking his equipment and essential documents.
Each item had its place in his baggage, and he made sure nothing was left behind that could compromise his identity or the success of his mission.
Once he was satisfied with his preparations, he walked down the creaking wooden stairs of the inn. His leather boots softly tapped on each step.