The sun had cast long shadows across the city streets as the day progressed, the hours slipping by like grains of sand.
Brunelle extended a hand to Renzille and assisted her exiting the carriage.
Kreios was the first one to exit the carriage and let the large beastman assist Renzille, his gaze quickly darting around to survey their surroundings.
Once Renzille stood steadily on her feet, she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun's harsh glare, taking in her surroundings with a cool, calculated gaze— noting how busy the street was on this particular day.
Then, Renzille glanced at Kreios, her eyes catching the way he frantically looked around.
The beastman scanned his surroundings, his gaze constantly moving as if seeking something, or someone, hidden in the area.
Renzille observed the tension in his movements, the slight furrow of his brow, the tightness in his shoulders which made her tilt her head as a quiet question formed in her mind.
