Kyle arrived at the exchange spot just behind the kitchen, his movements restricted by the long skirt that kept brushing against his heels.
He felt ridiculous, but at least his face was covered, and with the kitchen staff beside him, the disguise was holding up.
Two men were already waiting by the crates, standing by a small wagon loaded with sacks of herbs. As soon as they noticed Kyle approaching with the servants, their eyes narrowed.
"Who's that? We weren't told someone new would be present."
The taller one asked, voice sharp.
The second man folded his arms.
"This isn't part of the agreement. Outsiders aren't allowed here. If this is how the Margrave handles things now, we may stop selling altogether."
The staff visibly tensed.
One of the kitchen workers, the same woman who had helped dress Kyle earlier, stepped forward with a forced smile.
