I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

As the festival's vibrant energy continued to pulse through the streets of Drakoria, Zafron remained on high alert. The encounter with Malachi earlier in the evening had sharpened his senses, and he found himself constantly scanning the crowd, his eyes frequently returning to Matilda.

'He came out of no where. I don't like the way he makes me feel. And clearly, Mara and Matilda feel the same way. Can't let that happen again,'

The colorful swirl of revelers, the pulsing rhythm of music, and the tantalizing aromas of street food created a sensory whirlwind, but Zafron's focus remained razor-sharp.

Matilda, still unsettled by Malachi's intense attention, found herself becoming increasingly aware of her surroundings as well. She felt as if he was still somewhere in the crowd watching her. She hadn't forgotten quickly how she got to know Malachi. He wasn't the powerful man he said he was from some good deed he'd done. No, far from that, Matilda knew all too well how dangerous Malachi really was.

As she laughed at one of Mara's jokes, her eyes caught sight of two men behaving oddly within the crowd. Their furtive glances and conspicuous lack of enthusiasm for the festivities stood out like a sore thumb amidst the sea of jubilant faces.

Matilda's heart rate quickened slightly as she observed the men. Their eyes seemed to dart in her direction far too frequently for comfort. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. 'Maybe I'm just being paranoid,' she thought, 'but better safe than sorry.'

With a subtle movement, Matilda caught Zafron's attention and discreetly nodded, signalling him towards the suspicious duo. Zafron's eyes narrowed as he followed her gaze, his body tensing imperceptibly as he began to scan the crowd more intensively.

The festival's security measures were impressively integrated into the celebratory atmosphere. Enforcers, dressed in uniforms that complemented the festive colors, patrolled the grounds with a practiced ease. They blended seamlessly with the crowd while maintaining a vigilant watch over the proceedings.

One such Enforcer, a tall woman with sharp green eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor, had been observing the suspicious activity of Brutus and Ratface for some time. Her lips pursed slightly as she watched them fumble through the crowd, their lack of festive spirit and focused gazes setting off alarm bells in her mind.

As the Enforcer began to make her way towards the duo, a commotion erupted nearby. The street performer's monkey that had stolen a lamb meat earlier returned and now clutching an ill-gotten gains, darting through the crowd.

Its small, agile form weaved between legs and around food carts, causing a ripple of surprise and amusement among the festival-goers.

The monkey, with uncanny timing, scampered right up to Brutus and Ratface. It paused for a moment, its beady eyes glinting with mischief, before dropping a shiny trinket right at their feet. Then it climbed up Ratface's shoulders and sat there, perched like a bird.

As the monkey landed on Ratface's shoulders, he let out a startled yelp, his muscles tensing. He flailed his arms, trying to dislodge the unexpected guest. The monkey, with a cheeky grin, held on tightly, swaying slightly with Ratface's movements.

"Oi! Get it off! Get it off!" Ratface bellowed, his voice carrying over the festive noise. He shook his shoulders vigorously, trying to rid himself of the monkey, but it clung on stubbornly, its tiny claws digging in for purchase.

Brutus, caught off guard by Ratface's reaction, stared wide-eyed at the commotion. "What in blazes are you doin', Ratface?" he asked, his voice a mix of alarm and confusion.

The crowd around them burst into laughter, the sight of the wiry man with a monkey perched on his shoulders providing ample entertainment. The Enforcer, who had been making her way towards the suspicious pair, now had her attention drawn to the spectacle. Her sharp eyes assessed the situation with increasing suspicion.

Ratface, red-faced and flustered, tried to swat at the monkey, but it nimbly dodged his attempts, continuing to cling to him with an air of triumph. The commotion and laughter only seemed to heighten his embarrassment.

Brutus, who had been watching with mounting frustration, noticed the shiny trinket at their feet. The object, covered in a smear of grease from their earlier meal, glinted under the festival lights. Brutus squinted at it, his brow furrowing as he made the connection.

"Oi, Ratface!" Brutus shouted, pointing at the trinket. "Look! This must be the monkey that nicked from us!!"

Ratface, still trying to shake the monkey off, glanced down and saw the grease-smeared item. His eyes widened in realization. "Blimey, it's our lamb! The monkey must've swiped it and now it's bringin' us a little trinket as payback!"

Despite the humor of the situation, Brutus's face darkened as he considered the implications. "This ain't good. If we don't get our act together, this whole mess is gonna blow up in our faces."

Just as Brutus made the connection, the monkey, having completed its 'compensation' act, scampered off into the crowd. Ratface, still disoriented by the monkey's antics, was now becoming increasingly aware of the Enforcer's presence closing in.

Brutus, grabbing the greasy trinket and stuffing it into his pocket, turned to Ratface with urgency. "We need to get outta here before we're spotted. This isn't the kind of night we want to end up in trouble with the Enforcers."

Ratface hissed, smacking Brutus's hand away. "Don't touch it, you fool! It's probably stolen!"

Their exchange was cut short by an angry shout from the crowd. A well-dressed woman, her face flushed with exertion and anger, pushed her way towards them. "That's my brooch! That little thief stole it!"

The Enforcer, seeing her opportunity, strode purposefully towards Brutus and Ratface. Her voice carried an air of authority as she addressed them. "Gentlemen, I'm going to need you to come with me for some questioning."

Brutus and Ratface exchanged panicked glances. They knew all too well that they were wanted men in Drakoria, and now they had practically handed themselves over to the authorities.