Bab 413: Fruits of a Poisonous Tree

"That's the fifth group so far." Arran lazily stretched his arms as he walked with Kaleesh, pointedly ignoring the small group of Rangers who stood watching a few dozen paces away. "At this rate, the entirety of Sacrifice will know where we are by sundown."

They had set off for the Sanctum a half-hour earlier, traveling through the city's western outskirts in an attempt to avoid drawing attention. The effort had proved to be in vain, however, as it quickly became apparent that there was no avoiding the Rangers' inquisitive eyes.

Kaleesh shrugged. "Both nobles and soldiers gossip more than kitchen maids. Give it another day or two, and it will be impossible for us to travel Sacrifice unseen."

Though the captain sounded unconcerned, his words caused Arran to sigh in displeasure. "If someone is planning another attack, they'll have an easy time finding us."