he’d be better off knowing it. From the context, he suspected what sort of characters they might be, and from experience he knew they never boded well. He had ventured too often into the depths of the ports along the rivers of Dagos. Although, on the other hand, it was precisely from the rogues that he had never encountered hostility or violence. They mostly left him to his own devices, only occasionally warning him against entering certain back alleys.
James glanced over his shoulder at the dragon, nearly missing putting the key in the lock. He cast another glance at the carriage and the four soldiers behind his friend.
‘Well, you’ve been in the city for less time than I have, and apart from Soeren, Ed’heer and Koriens, you don’t go anywhere.’ The lock clicked and the door swung open. ‘You should find out a bit more about the city, mainly things useful for everyday life. I know, you’ve had other things on your mind lately, but think about it,” the elf gestured for him to come inside.
‘We'll wait by the carriage,’ Ari smiled slightly. ‘We’ll rest a bit after this morning’s training.’ He looked meaningfully at his hands, as if to say they were aching.
The dragon merely narrowed his eyes, but said nothing in response to the dig.
‘Do as you please.’ Draco shrugged and followed James inside. ‘Well, then?’ he asked, following the elf deeper into the shop.
It seemed that, despite the recent renovation, the place was in quite a state of disarray. Some of the armour racks stood empty, some suits of armour had been rather haphazardly arranged, and one could see the haste. Furthermore, dust was visible all around, as if someone hadn’t had time to clean up properly. Everything pointed to the fact that there was indeed an incredible amount of activity in the shop and the smithy.
‘Members of the Thieves’ Guild, who else?’ James snorted, making no attempt to hide his opinion of these suspicious characters. ‘Lately, they’ve been venturing into Dorvus with increasing boldness, whereas not so long ago
