Wade began walking, merging with the soft flow of late-night foot traffic along the main road.
Most of the taverns were closing, and a few carriages rattled past, their lanterns glowing faintly gold.
As he walked, his thoughts turned to the next task at hand.
Viscount Fairchild.
If he wanted to stay ahead, he couldn't just disappear after making his fortune.
That would raise questions. It was better to stay visible, predictable, and make sure the noble knew his investment was being put to good use.
He reached the corner where the streets widened into the upper merchant district, where the mansions of guild officers and minor nobles stood.
Their windows glowed faintly with candlelight, guards pacing lazily near their gates.
The hotel where Fairchild had been staying stood ahead, its walls and golden lanterns standing out against the dim street.
Wade approached confidently, his boots silent against the stone.
Two guards stood at the entrance, spears crossed.
