And here the man is, sitting openly in a village inn, ordering food like he belongs.
The target takes a seat near the center of the hall, resting one arm on the table, his eyes lazily sweeping the room. For just a brief moment, his gaze passes over Aiden.
Their eyes meet.
Aiden doesn't flinch. He lowers his cup slowly, expression calm, unremarkable. Just another traveler passing through.
The man looks away first, already bored.
Aiden exhales softly through his nose.
'Yeah,' he thinks. 'This one really believes no one here can touch him.'
That's fine.
Confidence like that is exactly an easy target.
Aiden tails the man in silence.
He keeps his distance, matching the stranger's pace without making it obvious. The dirt road leading out of the village stretches into open fields and low hills, the houses slowly shrinking behind them. The air grows quieter with every step, no merchants calling out, no villagers passing by, only the wind brushing against tall grass.
Perfect.
