After another few minutes of walking, they reached what could only be described as the darker portion of the market.
There were no longer any temporary stalls—only small, cramped buildings that blocked out any sunlight. Fewer people moved through the narrow passages between buildings and those who did were hidden by hoods.
Shady, Julian thought.
Seraphine moved closer to her father, her eyes scanning the surroundings with heightened alertness.
"Father," she said quietly, "this doesn't feel like a merchant's district."
"I noticed," Julian replied just as quietly. "Stay alert."
However, Skreek seemed completely at ease. He waddled along as if this were the safest place in the world, occasionally waving to other merchants or residents who watched their passage with calculating eyes.
"Here we are! Here we are!" Skreek announced, stopping infront of one of the narrow buildings.
