Yuan's Suggestion

Inside the unfamiliar tavern, two men sat together at a table in a dark corner, far from the bustling crowd. Their presence went largely unnoticed by the other patrons. 

"The situation is worsening for us," one of the men said, taking a big gulp of his drink. He nearly choked as the strong alcohol burned his throat, causing him to cough. "The Emperor has increased city security, and the soldiers are keeping a close eye on everyone." 

"T-That idiotic Prince," the other man hissed, frustration lacing his voice. "He couldn't keep his mouth shut and ended up dead. Now, the Empire knows, and our workload has doubled. We're in an even more dangerous position because of him." 

"On top of that, the higher-ups are asking for progress reports," the first man added with a grimace. "I have no idea what to tell them. And one thing's certain—they won't tolerate excuses or failure."