The three Dragonborn remained seated beneath the young tree for another minute before rising calmly from the bench.
Without drawing attention, they walked in three separate directions immediately, each of them blending into the slow current of the city streets.
Within moments they disappeared into the movement of merchants, travelers, and wagons, their overwhelming presence concealed beneath the quiet spells they had maintained.
Far behind them, the knight who had felt that strange ripple in his senses finished the remainder of his patrol route.
His name was Garrick.
By the time the patrol returned to the inner district barracks, the sun had climbed higher and the stone courtyard bustled with soldiers finishing their own shifts.
Garrick removed his helmet and set it on a wooden rack near the entrance before loosening the straps of his armor.
Sweat clung lightly to his short brown hair, but his face remained calm and thoughtful.
