"Let's go," he whispered gesturing to Zelpher.
They continued down the aisle. A narrow isle opened to his right, partially hidden between two worn stone structures.
He jumped over a puddle of water, his nose scrunching up at the horrid smell that hit him.
"Can you hear that?" He said his voice was barely a whisper.
"You made it hard not to listen," Atheline admitted, not denying it.
His steps gradually slowed down as they continued forward. A few steps from him, another isle to his left came into view, shrouded in darkness.
Voices came, as he got closer to it. They turned onto the left aisle. The stretch of darkness didn't last long, they fell into a quieter but tense street.
They moved through the section of the lower ring. Past weapon racks, fake repair shops, and a butcher curving into something that didn't look edible.
The street was so quiet and tense that he could hear his own footsteps.
