"Young man!"
A sketchy-looking old man stood in front of his shop, waving both hands toward the stream of people passing through the underground marketplace.
His rough beard had long since turned gray, while the wrinkles on his face made him appear even more suspicious than the loud voice he was using to attract customers. His patched coat hung loosely over his thin body, and the crafty smile resting on his lips only made him resemble the stereotypical dealer one would expect to meet inside a Black Market.
Of course...
He wasn't the only one.
Nearly every merchant lining both sides of the street looked just as suspicious in one way or another.
Some wore masks that concealed everything except their eyes.
Others hid beneath thick hooded cloaks.
Several covered the lower halves of their faces with scarves, while a few openly displayed scars that stretched across their cheeks and necks.
Despite their different appearances...
They all shared the same purpose.
