The inn's common room was unusually quiet as Layla, Mary, and Raziel packed up their belongings in preparation to leave. Layla had been restless all night, the constant hum of patrols outside and the knowledge of an ongoing investigation making her resolve even stronger.
"This city is suffocating," she muttered as she shoved the last of her items into her bag.
Mary, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "You're sure sneaking out is the best idea? The guards are everywhere. One wrong step, and we'll be dragged back into questioning."
Layla glanced at her, her expression unyielding. "We don't have a choice. Staying here only puts us in more danger."
Raziel tightened the straps on his pack. "I'm with Layla. Let's move before this city turns into a prison."