Discreet Encounter

The next morning dawned with a hazy golden light filtering through the ornate windows of the inn where Minos' group had taken residence.

Situated near the bustling commercial center of the capital city, the establishment was a favored haunt of merchants from far and wide, its rooms filled with the low hum of trade negotiations and the clink of coins changing hands.

Minos and his companions had meticulously crafted the persona of traveling traders. They moved through the city with calculated nonchalance, engaging in minor transactions and absorbing the ebb and flow of local gossip without betraying their true intentions.

Their carefully cultivated facade served as a shield, deflecting unwanted attention and allowing them to navigate the treacherous waters of a city teeming with potential adversaries.