Another scheme
The moon hung low over Toraz town, casting a silvery glow over the cobblestone streets.
Lanterns flickered, their light dancing off the walls of the narrow alleys. In a secluded corner, Vanyr and Sorin leaned against the worn bricks, shadows stretching long and lean behind them.
Vanyr scowled, his frustration evident in the tight line of his jaw. "I've been at this all day, Sorin. How am I supposed to pursue Amelia if I can't even get close enough to her stand? Every time I try, she looks right through me as if she knows my every move."
Sorin sighed, glancing down the dimly lit street. "I followed her too, young master Vanyr. All day. And the only peculiar thing I noticed was this fat boar trailing behind her. Nothing unusual about her at all, except that damn pig."