Chapitre 1112: Chapter 1111: Pride Of A Smith

Anput PoV

Leaning over the wall, I stared down into the alleyway and wondered how I hadn't been heard yet, my movements barely concealed as I unsheathed a dagger and stared at the various cultists lingering around in this darkened part of the city.

My answer likely lay in the clouds of smoke that billowed from the lips of a few of the cultists as they took long hits from some hookahs, the scent of whatever drug they were getting high on filling the air and limiting both their sight and the rest of their senses as they giggled and chatted like idiots.

The city wasn't even under their control and they were acting like miscreants instead of cultists, though considering how we had come to know about them I wasn't too surprised by what I was seeing; they were slowly populating the city as they planned a heist, and with how large this trade city was...