Zafron read the rest of the letter aloud, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "It says I should meet at the fountain square. There'll be a cart waiting to pick me up."
Mara's frown deepened. "I don't like this, Zafron. It feels too... orchestrated."
Matilda nodded in agreement. "She's right. Be on your guard. The Beaumonts aren't known for simple social calls."
Zafron stood, tucking the letter into his pocket. "I'll be careful, I promise. But this could be a real opportunity for us."
As he moved towards the door, both women rose to see him off. Mara reached out, squeezing his arm gently. "Just... come back to us in one piece, okay?"
Matilda's eyes were serious as she added, "And remember, in noble circles, every word and gesture can have hidden meanings. Watch what you say and do." Of course he knew that but it was still nice to see that they both had a piece of experience and warning to give.