The carriage rocked gently as it passed from the polished cobblestones of the central district into the older veins of the city. Outside the small window, the architecture changed — less ornamental, and more lived-in. The capital had many faces, and not all of them were gilded.
Ruvian sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the shifting streets beyond.
He wasn't here for sightseeing. Where they were going wasn't marked on any official map. It existed in the cracks of legality.
And was also where he would deal an early blow to the demon.
The Ashway Bazaar.
A few days earlier, Ruvian had already explained the plan to Irene and Silvena about what they intended to accomplish here.
First, since they were already present here, he might as well obtain something useful from the auction. Ruvian had already decided on the item he wished to acquire, something that would prove valuable for the future ahead.
