Finally, after successfully securing my chaotic, two-for-one deal with Master Borin, Grandpa Eldric and I step out of his small, stifling shop.
The moment the heavy wooden door clicks shut behind us, reality hits me. It is already close to sunset. And because of the thick, permanent smog hanging over the Lower Forge District, the slums are already plunging into a heavy, oppressive darkness. The deafening sounds of the blacksmiths are slowly dying down, replaced by a tense, eerie quiet.
As we start walking back toward Mr. Rhaegor's hidden passageway entrance, Grandpa steps closer to me. He leans down, his towering presence suddenly feeling intensely protective, and whispers in my ear.
"Young Lady, be extremely careful. This is the time of day when the cowardly predators make their moves."
