Goya, now visibly intrigued, turned his sneer towards the leading man. "Perhaps there's been some internal conflict among your group?"
The leading man looked equally baffled, studying the clothes that were identical to those his group had found. He knew they hadn't seen these women before, deepening the mystery.
Just then, another shout from a slave punctured the tense atmosphere. "Lord Goya, more people have arrived claiming they've found the body linked to the reward!"
Goya's expression shifted from mockery to suspicion. The arrival of a third group with similar claims couldn't easily be dismissed as mere coincidence or internal discord.
"Let them in!" he commanded sharply.
The leading man, now gripped by a creeping fear, absentmindedly scratched at his itchy nose and throat. The leading woman also felt a cold dread settle in as she realized the situation was spiraling into an unexpected complexity.