Jareth let out a slow breath, his eyes sweeping across the crowded market square. "Yeah," he murmured. "For now, let's split up and start putting up the signs we brought from the station. Make sure they're in places the public can't miss."
His teammates gave short nods before scattering into the crowd, signs in hand. Jareth tightened and began walking down a narrow road that branched into a busy intersection. The crossroads buzzed with activity—vendors calling out their wares, children weaving between stalls, and citizens moving briskly through their day.
Stopping at the corner of a weathered building, Jareth glanced around. The spot sat at the convergence of two main paths—perfect visibility from both directions. He studied the area a little longer, checking for anything better, but nothing offered a clearer view.
"This'll do," he muttered under his breath.
