I had other objectives in my mind that interfered with my usual people watching.
But he had a tattoo on the webbing of his left hand.
It was a tattoo of the yellow sign.
Not that crude three lines in a vague triangle but that of a master.
Dozens of points that roughly described the simple shape, yet those dots were also runes.
Layers upon layers.
I had to look away. Trying to focus on the details of the tattoo would only make me stand out.
I think he saw my interest anyway.
He got off at the next stop, losing himself in the crowd.
It didn't matter.
I never saw his face.
That didn't matter either.
I had already been give the address of his family.
Right now, they were all that mattered.
My masters had spoken.
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