***WARNING: LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE***
"Do you see her?" Marco sternly whispered.
"Not yet, My King. But she shouldn't be hard to spot as long as we look for her companions," Draco replied as he scanned the crowds below them.
"Aye, those guys stick out like a sore thumb where ever they go. Tis only a matter of time before they're found," Benzo commented.
Marco grimaced as he looked at the countless hooded heads from the corner of the grand balcony. The weather was cold and dreary, and the clouds threatened to unleash a final snow before spring began to take back the coming days. The people weren't as bundled up as usual, but the cloaks and coats were making it difficult to find their targets.