Swamped

The insight you had was that everyone needed to eat. Even if someone was staying out of sight, they'd need to either venture out for food or send someone to get it.

By this time, you knew the city rather well. You knew where the food markets were, and where the city watch focused their patrols.

That was enough to work out where you'd go if you were trying to avoid attention. The rest was observation. You knew there were other couriers besides your group, so it seemed natural that the recipient would take that route. With someone they could either trust or scare - more likely the latter.

And when you saw that scared kid slip a note to a greengrocer you were sure was crooked, well. That was good enough to be worth tailing.

Sure, you were kind of lucky that it paid off; they might not have done a food run that day, and it might have been another nervous kid working for another recluse. But your boss was out of town for a few days, plenty of time for another chance.

Now that you're thinking along those lines, maybe this Kabracam is where they get food around here. And if it isn't, well. Can't hurt to figure out where the food is anyways.

You head back out, with no one acknowledging you at all. Then you take another look at the buildings and try to figure out if any of them serve food.

How would you even be able to tell?