The Capital's Streets

As I stepped out into the bustling streets of the capital, I couldn't help but feel a prickle of awareness at the back of my neck. It was as if unseen eyes were watching my every move, cataloging my presence for some unknown purpose.

Sure enough, as I wove through the throngs of people, I caught glimpses of figures lurking in the shadows, their gazes fixed intently upon me. These were no ordinary citizens, but rather a network of informants, each one beholden to their respective masters within the city's intricate web of power.

While their curiosity was understandable, given the rarity of a carriage entering the capital, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease.

Were they simply gathering information, or did they harbor more sinister intentions? The thought of unwanted complications arising from my presence here weighed lightly on my mind.

I quickened my pace, my senses heightened as I navigated the labyrinthine streets, ever mindful of the unseen eyes that followed my every step.