Diego

Sure enough, Cathy's eyes widened in shock after hearing the news.

"This... is this true?" she asked, her voice filled with doubt.

Luis spread his hands casually. "You can always ask your Savoy Family to verify it. Surely you have other spies in the palace?"

Cathy hesitated for a moment, then turned and hurried out, her anxious expression betraying her inner turmoil.

The streets of Silvermoon City were unusually quiet, with only the rustle of fallen leaves breaking the silence.

A middle-aged half-elf, his hat pulled low to conceal his face, moved briskly through the deserted avenues.

Before long, a team of patrolling guards stopped him.

"Name?" one guard barked.

"Ross," he replied calmly, his hands tucked into his cloak.

"What's your business? Where are you headed?"

After a routine inspection, the guards waved him through, and Ross continued on his way.