Kenny walked through Trade Ward with his hands in his pockets.
The street was crowded as usual. Merchants called out prices from open stalls. A pair of people argued over a crate of cracked pottery. Someone laughed too loudly from a tavern's doorway. While another fell on the ground, almost run over by a carriage.
Although the youth appeared calm and collected on the surface, the look in his brown eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.
Stick to the script, Adam thought inwardly.
Display the proper emotions. If I'm lucky… heh, I might get to chat with the higher-ups.
And after that, if things work out… I might even get to uncover the identities of all the snakes in the top brass.
At this point, there was a high chance that the Councilor himself was one of the Cult's spies, but that was exactly what Adam was hoping for.
He stepped around a cart blocking half the road. The mule pulling it refused to take another step forward, causing the cart driver to fume in frustration.
