Delfi
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Sky sat at a bench in front of the cathedral of the old fae city of Geamhraidh. From what he had heard about it, it used to be grander before the royals moved to the Floating Isles, but there was still enough wealth and nobility to make it worth a visit. It’d be insane to attempt a heist at the Floating Isles, but Geamhraidh was risky, but possible.
He looked like an old lady, with pink, useless wings hanging from his back. Winter should meet him at any time, and for her, it didn’t matter what he looked like. She also wouldn’t notice him staring at the fairies, as if searching for a specific pair of wings.
The real target was easy to spot; the Lord of Bërlington. He left the cathedral with his family of wife and two kids, making their way to his humble manor that, according to the intel they had gathered, hid a massive vault of old relics that Sky didn’t particularly care for, except for its value on the black market.
He looked like an old lady, with pink, useless wings hanging from his back. Winter should meet him at any time, and for her, it didn’t matter what he looked like. She also wouldn’t notice him staring at the fairies, as if searching for a specific pair of wings.
The real target was easy to spot; the Lord of Bërlington. He left the cathedral with his family of wife and two kids, making their way to his humble manor that, according to the intel they had gathered, hid a massive vault of old relics that Sky didn’t particularly care for, except for its value on the black market.