C182 Ashen Clinic

Two figures clad in black garb perched on the weathered eaves of a house, their gazes fixed on the street below.

A gentle breeze swept by, lifting the veils beneath their bamboo hats. One was marked by an icy sternness, the other by a poised elegance.

"Ser, why not seize them for questioning?"

The stern man, his left hand resting on his sword, surveyed the passersby without a glance astray