"Any luck on your lead, Charles?"
It had been four or five days since the encounter with the first old man on the street. Every man had visited every tavern in Boston to find even a scrap of information on the infamous Tacitus. "Not much, unfortunately."
The two men were back in Haytham's chambers, standing over his desk. "I tried following the route one of Bill's informants gave me, but it ended up being nothing but a maze," he explained.
Haytham didn't look up from his desk, examining the information they had. "Why didn't you stay longer?" he asked curiously. Charles huffed; "I was not about to get lost in the woods at night," he said somewhat defensively.
Haytham eyed him in slight amusement before standing up straight. "Let us take Bill then and go the three of us. One of us is bound to find something."
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"No wonder you got lost, Charles, you turned in the wrong direction," Bill called from his horse. The raven-haired man riding behind Haytham scoffed, but remained silent, gaining a small smirk from Haytham.
Ahead of them, Bill came to a slow stop. "We should proceed by foot, hitch the horses to the trees," he suggested, stepping down. Haytham and Charles copied his actions, tying the reins around the tree trunk.
"Where exactly is your informant taking us?" Haytham asked as he fell in step with Bill. He overlooked the map the three men were using. "If I'm not mistaken, there will be some cliffs up ahead. Hunters have said that Tacitus frequents that area most," Bill explained, folding the map up.
However, as the three men continued forward, there were only the open plains as far as the eye could see. "I don't see cliffs, Bill," Haytham pointed out, coming to a stop.
Bill furrowed his brows, pulling out the map again. "And you mock me for getting lost," Charles muttered, clenching his jaw. "Quiet, Charles, I was told this was the place. You just have no sense of direction," Bill shot back.
Before Charles could snap something back, Haytham cut in. "Gentlemen - it seems like we've been led astray. We should head back to the tavern at once, this could be a trap," he reasoned.
With slumped shoulders and a disappointed sigh, Bill nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry, sir. I was so sure about this lead," he said apologetically.
They approached their horses, unhitching them. "We've all had trouble Bill, we should be blaming the sources rather than each other," Haytham replied sensibly.
"Carino."
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Test of Faith
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