Currently discussing a job escorting a merchant caravan to the northern border.
Probability of hostility: Low unless provoked.
✅ Target 2: Hooded Female Mage
Sitting alone near the fireplace.
Aura control impressive, concealing magical strength.
Brief glance toward Sion upon entry, likely noticed him.
Possesses enchanted satchel, potential valuable item carrier.
✅ Target 3: Suspicious Trader
Overweight man, nervous demeanor.
Checking over documents repeatedly.
System detects faint traces of hidden magical seals on papers.
Probability: Black market or smuggling involvement.
Sion leaned back, eyes half-lidded, processing everything.
Nyx's voice broke the silence.
"Want me to rattle them, Master?" she whispered, grinning.
Sion shook his head, a faint, dangerous smile curling his lips.
"Patience… Let them reveal themselves."
Across the room, the hooded female mage glanced up once more, her sharp eyes meeting his — brief, calculating — before she returned to her drink.
The pieces were all falling into place. Sion didn't need to act yet.
He just needed to watch… and wait.
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