Delphine adjusted the bag on her shoulders one last time. She caught Teryn's eye across the crowded square. He gave the slightest nod.
Now.
She moved first. Wove through the crowd with the practiced ease.
Her modest merchant's dress was clean, well-maintained, neither rich nor poor, helped her blend perfectly. Brown fabric with simple embroidery at the collar. Respectable. Trustworthy.
Exactly the image they needed.
Herald Vorn still stood at the wine merchant's stall. He'd finished his tasting and was now haggling, though from his tone, it was more lecturing than negotiating.
"Pardon me, sir."
Delphine's voice cut through his monologue. Polite but firm. The tone of someone with legitimate business.
Vorn turned. Irritation flickered across his fleshy face at the interruption.
Then his eyes tracked down her figure. Lingered there for a moment. Then his expression shifted to something more interested.
