Old Town District.
A man in a gray robe entered the dark alleys of the Old Town District from the market area's Corner Alley, his figure was like a light feather, directly leaping down from a height of over ten meters, landing gently. He frowned and looked around quickly after landing, then took off the gray robe he was wearing. Accompanied by a wisp of flame appearing at his fingertips, the robe quickly burned into a pile of ashes.
"Is the task completed?"
A young man who seemed like a rakish gentleman was waiting for him in the nearby shadows, a handsome twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old man with two small mustaches, a very distinctive face, wearing a white shirt, black vest, black leather shoes, and a suit, looking like a dandy from high society.
Such a get-up is also rare in Dorne, the attire is quite expensive, appearing even more fashionable than the wealthy sons of high society.
His smile was slightly frivolous, carrying a touch of world-weariness.
