Heading back to the castle town, sure enough people were staring. More whispers and hushed remarks as you went pass. Some didn't even bother to hide what they were saying and made it clear they knew you were a foreigner and wondered out loud what you wanted. The way they spoke made it sound like they expected you to be begging for money or something. They also noted how badly the group smelled and their general appearance, which made them wonder if they're suppose to be adventurers or just homeless murderers. The guards notably kept their eyes on the group as they passed, though they didn't follow. Just watched.

Soon the stares would die down as the group reached a part of the town that looked like it had more workers and craftsmen around. Unlike the people of the market district, these workers weren't labors but crafters, blacksmiths, jewelers, and other tradesmen. They dressed nicer but still looked like they were hard at work with their crafts. They were also generally too busy to give the group any attention, simply moving out of your way as they go about their business. Soon Pylia stops at a workshop. It was a tall brick and stone building, with windows and marble columns. Apparently they crafted statues and were a mason's workshop. The sign on the top of the building said "Gels Marble". Pylia gulped. "Well... I guess we're here." She was holding her arms close to her body. You could hear the sound of hammers and chisels from within the building.