The creaking sound of wheels graced the air as a carriage, carrying Richard and Bobbobovic, departed from the inn where they had temporarily stayed, traveling towards the distance. Finally, it came to a stop on a northern street of the city.
With a "thump," Richard leaped off the carriage, his gaze falling upon the shop next to them.
Bobbobovic followed suit, jumping down with a curious tone, "What are we doing here? Aren't we supposed to be approaching our target? Although I must admit, I'm not entirely in favor of getting close to them, if we really need to approach, shouldn't we meet with them face to face? What use is coming here?"
Richard replied, "Approaching them is true, but there are many ways to do so. We can be more active, or they can be; or we can make them take the initiative. If we opt for the third approach, their suspicion is minimized, and that's why I am here."
"Hmm?" Bobbobovic remained puzzled.
