Max and Neros remained still for a few more seconds, standing in the middle of that endless sea of robes, hoods, and suspicious creatures.
No sign of Finn. Not a single firefly. Not a single lantern.
Not one small goblin dressed in black.
Nothing.
Neros slowly exhaled through his nose.
"Right," he said dryly. "Can you think of any way to ask about that little idiot without drawing too much attention?"
Max crossed his arms, observing the constant flow of people.
"Honestly... no."
He looked ahead, thoughtful.
"I think the best thing we can do is keep moving and stay low-profile."
He adjusted his hood.
"Finn can't have gone far. Besides, we've already seen several people with the seven-pointed star tattoo."
He discreetly gestured towards a pair of hooded figures in the distance.
"That means we're still heading in the right direction."
Neros nodded.
"Understood."
