Morena watched as the man left. She had switched her hood with his and got a small piece of wood to hide under it. The wood would act as a fake leather tube; that way, their appearance would match a bit more.
The only issue would be her height, but by pretending to hunch over, constantly acting paranoid, perhaps they would overlook it.
The sign of the Stone Jackdaw groaned behind her as it swayed. She walked on, steady, her pace neither hurried nor slow.
At the pie stall, the man in the shabby coat shifted. He bit once into his pie, then set it down, his eyes following her when he thought she wouldn't notice. His right hand hovered too near his belt.
At the cobbler, the thin man lifted his head, fingers worrying at the sleeve of his coat. His eyes weren't on the shoes but on her back.
Two shadows.
She moved slow, slow enough for them to catch up, allowing them to fall in behind her, one at a distance, one nearer.
"AI."
[Listening.]
