By this point Silk had already slipped away from the group and had found her way into a series of dark alleys that seemed to go on forever, each leading deeper and deeper into the underbelly of the merchant quarter. The part of the city that didn’t officially exist on any map. Every city of note had such a place of course. Wherever there was prosperity there were people ready and very much willing to take advantage of it. The information broker she had visited the previous evening resided close to the heart of this area, however it was not to him that she headed this time. She needed something more tangible than information and rumour, which is why she ended up outside of an especially nondescript looking establishment.

From the outside it looked no different than any other mercantile establishment, a dusty rarely cleaned window revealing knick-knacks and all other manner of random items. The store front was in a poor sate, with faded paint peeling away from the wooden door and window frame in places. The store sign, its name faded and illegible from age and disrepair hanging on an angle, threatening to fall off entirely from the first gust of wind. It was all a front of course, a carefully engineered veneer of dilapidation designed to distract from the stores true purpose. One that required a very special key.