(The next day, Planet Wamir, Veyr's POV)
The sun hung dim and amber over Wamir's horizon as Veyr made his way toward the Central Square, his hood pulled low and his expression unreadable, as he looked around for enemies.
The streets around him were crowded yet calm, filled with vendors shouting over one another and children darting between market stalls, as he noticed nothing out of the ordinary.
There were a couple guards near the fountain, however, they seemed to be too engrossed in their own conversation to be on the lookout for him, as he found nothing suspicious about their behaviour.
For almost a full hour he lingered around the square, moving in circles as he pretended to browse through street-side trinkets and overhear gossip.
Yet his mind never left its purpose, as he analyzed escape routes, alley angles, and the rhythm of passing patrolmen until he was convinced there was nothing unusual to be found.
