Timestamp: 49th Winter 509
It was barely morning, and yet, Stormhold castle was already bustling with people. Cooks, workers, nobles, citizens, knights, and adventurers. In this crowd, a young Dhani made his way, unnoticed, towards the northern side of the castle.
Walking towards the Miza mint, Sasin considered the idea that he might be mad. There must be a thousand different ways to go about this, and here he was, just sauntering in. Hiding in plain sight. He wasn't sure what the plan was, really. Just go in, and get as much information as he could, he supposed. How had he gotten himself into this mess, anyways?
Oh right. He had been leaving the Fire Festival when a Vantha cornered him, and told him he was going to rob the miza mint. And him, being him, agreed to go along with it. It was a good plan, but it was ambitious. And ambitious almost always meant month's of planning and spying. Which was why he was here now.
Dodging past another knight, Sasin realized he must be getting close. Turning the corner, Sasin stopped. "This is it."