Inside the seat of a fancy-looking carriage, parked a few meters away from an inn, Cassian received the brown file that was handed to him by the coachman. He had sent his coachman to retrieve the file from one of Carmathen's greatest Marshals who patrolled the streets of the upper west quarters during midnight.
It was a file containing records of the names of missing people, as well as their families and close friends. Names of the people who were missing and found dead were written on the file, and he was fortunate enough to have run into the Marshal at such a pre-occupied time like this.
The young lad had discarded his mask, setting it aside. He remained hidden in the darkness of his carriage, but his Amber-brown eyes stood out with a natural glow, it was enough to draw the attention of passersby if they made the mistake of stealing a glance into the carriage.
