I looked around frantically, trying to locate the flower bouquets, and finally found them stacked against the wall of the corridor. I grabbed one—the most vibrant of the bunch—and turned to head back downstairs when muffled voices reached my ears.
I quickly pressed myself against the wall, listening intently. Two figures were silhouetted in the dim light, the window behind them casting shadows over their faces.
"I hope it'll go well," a man said, his voice tinged with nervous anticipation as he held a glass of wine.
"I'm sure it will. They're the best mercenary group after all," a woman replied, her tone calm and collected.
Are they the Agrena twins? Aranea Agrena and Lucien Agrena. If so, they're dangerous to confront head-on.
"No... I think we provided too little payment. What if they do things half-heartedly?" Lucien said, his voice low but unmistakably tense.
