It did not take too long before they arrived at Liora's house, the carriage slowing as it rolled over the quiet cobblestone road before coming to a stop.
Aira and Rymora did not step down immediately. Instead, they both reached up almost instinctively, drawing the hoods of their cloaks over their heads to shield their faces. The fabric was heavy enough to obscure their features, casting their faces in shadow beneath the faint glow of the lanterns lining the street.
The carriage itself was plain, deliberately so, bearing no crest or emblem that would suggest it belonged to the king or anyone within his family. It looked no different from any other hired conveyance that passed through the city at night, an intentional choice meant to avoid attention.
