Hex left the Inn an hour before midnight. Under the pretext of going to bed early, he had retired to his room.
As someone who spent a lot of time reading and studying other stuff, he didn't raise any suspicions. Hex felt the cool night air blow against his face as he wandered around on the plaza. Now and then, whenever he passed a place with a window, he checked up on his disguise.
The reflection in the window showed a slightly gaunt person, with a receding hairline. The clothes were clean and without stitches, but the faded color and stubborn stains told everyone that they were old.
Hex didn't stand out because of his appearance. He had observed the night crowd and had chosen a look that best approached the average person on the plaza.
Aside from the outsiders, people from Wrixia that wandered around in the night were mostly workers and servants, searching for a drink and a group to gossip with. Mixed with them, the spies roamed around.
