The next morning dawned with a steady clang of bells across the city summoning merchants to there stalls and guards to there rotations From the dormitory window Kael watched the bustle unfold the streets shifting into an organized chaos of wagons beasts of burden and the daily chant of trade
He adjusted the strap of his cloak carefully a human gesture rehearsed to hide the fact that his systems had already scanned and logged the square outside in a lattice of pulsing light no eye could see Each face each path each patrol route was catalogued
A knock at the dormitory door
Kael
Her voice again — calm steady like a song carried by the morning breeze Elara stepped in her robes replaced by a simpler tunic of pale green and a leather belt She looked less the cleric today and more the citizen In her hand she carried a small satchel
Youre fit enough to walk she asked tilting her head slightly measuring him with healers eyes
