Still pondering, Aine walked down the block, coat flapping behind him. It was early enough that humans still lingered on the chilly sidewalk, eyes purposefully straight ahead. Good. He liked them that way.
Roger and James, the two guards The Guild had sent with him, waited at the corner.
"Well?" Roger asked peevishly, ignoring the look of horror James shot him.
"Bayard was a font of information." Aine rolled his eyes and relayed what he'd learned. "Since he could be at either place, it might be better if we split up."
Neither guard looked convinced, so he added, "It will be fine. Guards used to handle assignments alone all the time."
"Used to," Roger said sarcastically. "Then we pointed out the difference in pay grades."
Aine doubted that had anything to do with The Guild's decision to change things. He couldn't imagine Malick cared about equal pay for equal work. More likely, too many guards screwed up too many times.