They both spotted Irsted and Trish in the same alley where they'd met the night before. The two stood near the mouth of the street, quietly exchanging words with an informant.
The informant was dressed in tattered layers, hood drawn low, blending perfectly with the usual homeless drifters that loitered in this part of Underzen.
Perfect cover for anything shady.
Corven and Rose waited a beat until the informant disappeared down the street before stepping forward.
"Hey," Corven said casually. "What's the job this time?"
Irsted's canine ears gave a twitch. He looked over his shoulder, nodding. "You two got here quick. Good. Saves us some time."
He gestured toward Trish. "Go ahead. Your turn."
Without a word, Trish stepped forward and handed them a rolled parchment. Corven took it, unrolling it halfway to see a detailed floor plan. It included guard rotations, marked blind spots, patrol routes—even notes on hidden or unguarded entry points.
