Finding Information about the Bandits

William stepped into the city, the oppressive weight of its darkness settling upon him like a shroud. Night had fallen, but the streets still teemed with a disconcerting number of figures, their faces obscured by deep hoods, just like his own. He felt a prickle of unease as several pairs of eyes flickered towards him from beneath those concealing shadows, marking him as an outsider, a potential target.

With each step on the uneven cobblestones, a chilling sensation crept down his spine—the feeling of being watched, hunted. Perhaps it was just his paranoia, a natural consequence of venturing into this den of thieves and cutthroats. But William adhered to a strict philosophy: expect the worst, prepare for the worst. He wouldn't allow himself to be caught off guard.