Castle Thrawn

Azrael didn't slow down; instead, he pretended to quicken his pace.

"Well, since this isn't the destination, I don't have any obligation to stay here," he called back over his shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of nonchalance.

As Azrael continued walking, he could hear the old man muttering curses under his breath, confirming that his ruse was working.

"Hey, brat, wait!"

The old man called out, but Azrael continued to act as if he couldn't hear him.

"Just tell me what this Marcus guy told you. I might be able to relay the message if the person you're looking for shows up," the old man pleaded.

"No need for that, old man," Azrael replied, his pace quickening even more. Inside, he couldn't help but grin.

'Now, act desperate, old man.'

"Brat, come back!"

The old man's shout echoed, and Azrael could hear hurried footsteps approaching from behind.