"Are you sure about this?" Eibon asked as he stared down at the table, trying to think his way through the problem. It was a habit he'd developed not long after he'd started training with the inquisition. He'd spent so many hours learning to analyze the people around him, gauging their moods, word choice, body language, and general demeanor to do his job that he often found himself focusing on such information without meaning to. It made thinking tactically more difficult at times, especially around people like Moza, who was inscrutable at the best of times.

"I think we can manage it," Moza answered smoothly. "It's the middle of the day, meaning that there aren't any shadows for him to disappear into."

"Sometimes, I think he can see through walls," Eibon muttered.

"I'm pretty sure that's called hearing and it's done with the ears. But that's beside the point." Moza leaned back and kicked his feet up on the table. "We're both masters of stealth and disguise and it's a crowded city. What are the odds he'll spot us?"

"High. You know how paranoid he is."

"So? You're paranoid and we still manage to get one over on you from time to time."

"Yes, well I'm not looking to become a pincushion."

"Relax," Moza said with a playful smile. "He won't kill us."

Eibon's eyes flashed. "Interesting choice of words."

"It'll be fine. Look, we follow him for a little while, make sure he's not up to anything dangerous to us and we come back. Simple."

"And when that goes wrong?"

"We talk to Tovka?"

"I'm pretty sure she's still mad at you," Eibon pointed out with a sigh. "It'd be smarter to talk to Ramsey and see if he can make some sort of hydromelon dessert."

"See? You're a natural! Now all we have to do is wait."

"I hate you," Eibon muttered before taking a large swig from his mug.

Luckily for Moza, they didn't have to wait long for Tyll to appear. As had become normal for the ranger, he stepped through the common room of the inn with purpose as he made his way to the door. A single, icy-blue eye flicked toward them. Moza waved casually before turning his attention back to Eibon, who had the good sense to not turn and look.

"Alright, time to go," Moza said, his playful demeanor disappearing as he focused on the mission.

Eibon cursed quietly as he rose alongside the Yiga.

"Do we stick to the alleyways or crowds?"

"Crowds," Eibon muttered as he and Moza cast a simple spell to disguise themselves. "Alleyways are too obvious. He'll spot us instantly and the moment he looks too close -"

"Got it," Moza answered, now looking like a Hylian with sandy brown hair, bright green eyes, and wide-rimmed glasses.

Eibon gave him a discreet nod of approval as he took the guise of brown-feathered Rito.

"A Rito? Really?"

"He's probably not going to look at me if he dislikes Rito as a whole," the rogue muttered. "Plus, a lot of other races are too short for the illusion to be convincing."

"True," Moza conceded. "Must be a curse, being so tall."

Eibon just rolled his eyes.

They followed their ally down the street, sticking within groups of people where possible. It was somewhat difficult, as Tyll was constantly checking his surroundings; however, Eibon and Moza were both adept at stalking a target. And, to make it somewhat easier, Tyll was consistent when it came to how and when he looked around. While there were still a couple of close calls, they managed to remain discreet as they followed him through the winding streets.

Then, without warning, Tyll stopped next to a seemingly innocuous wall. Pulling out a piece of paper, the ranger scribbled something on the page quickly. Then, after looking around furtively, he stuck the note under a loose brick and walked away as though nothing had happened.

A few seconds later, Moza and Eibon wandered over to the wall casually. Both men leaned against the wall with the loose brick between them.

"See?" Moza asked as he kept an eye on Tyll, who had wandered a bit further down the street and turned down an alley. "Told you something was up."

Eibon said nothing as he nonchalantly reached down and slipped the note out.

With Tyll out of sight, Moza looked over as Eibon unfolded the note. The rogue's expression darkened.

"What's up?"

Wordlessly, Eibon flipped the note around.

"I'll kill you both"

"You know, Eibon, I'm starting to think this wasn't our best idea.

Eibon's expression darkened even more as he pointed up the street, where Tyll could be seen, glaring daggers at them both.

"So… uh… are hydromelons in season?"