The restaurant owner watched the two cloaked strangers as they ate their breakfast meal in the booth next to the main window. He didn't have any idea who they were and he didn't like it. Of course, being a stranger in town wasn't against the law, but most townsfolk didn't appreciate having people they didn't know among them.
Their robes were a little upscale for this small town. The farmers made up the majority here would never be found in such garments. The only consolation the restaurateur had was seeing enough of their faces to recognize their humanity-at least they weren't Agonotti. And they had paid in cash, always a welcome sight, even if it was a large piece of currency. "City folk," he mumbled under his breath as he went back to wiping the serving counter.