He looked at the three figures.
"Follow them," he said quietly. "Do not engage. Just observe."
Their hollow eyes flickered faintly, acknowledging the command.
Without a sound, the three stepped out of the alley one by one, blending into the flow of the town. They kept a natural distance between each other, moving like unrelated travelers heading in the same direction.
Ahead in the street, the group of Dustwind youths continued laughing, completely unaware.
Aiden didn't think too much about the youths after that.
The three undead would handle them.
He stepped out of the alley as if nothing had happened, adjusting his robe slightly. From the outside, he was still just a quiet traveler looking for a place to rest. No one would connect him to the three robed "fighters" who had casually drifted after the Dustwind brats.
Now, he had something more important to figure out.
How strong is this town?
He had four Bronze-grade undead.
Four.
