"We survived hours of mental torture and now we're pulling a midnight heist?" Cynthia said with a joking tone, hands on her hips, her voice laced with playful disbelief. A half-smile tugged at her lips, though the faintest trace of exhaustion still lingered in her eyes.
"I'm not complaining," Marcus replied casually, glancing over his shoulder toward the moonlit square behind them. His hands were tucked loosely in his coat pockets, his posture relaxed, but a glint of anticipation shimmered in his gaze.
"The night's still young."
"So where should we find information on this myth of ours?" he asked, brows raised as he shifted his attention back to Cynthia.
"Going to an inn itself to ask might be risky," Cynthia said thoughtfully, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as her tone grew more serious. "Two students from the academy heading to an inn together at night will definitely spread another kind of rumor…"
Marcus chuckled under his breath. "A random passerby then?"
