From early morning the city center looked crowded with people.
But the real power was not there.
Most believed the best things and the most important places were in the city center — because that was where the guilds, trading shops, and inns were plentiful. Yet that area actually belonged to the guild district. The true center, in reality, lay to the west.
In the western part the streets were wider, the cobblestones cleaner, the breezes calmer and more restrained. Here one felt not only wealth, but authority as well. Because the lord's palace rose exactly in this direction — tall, cold, yet beautiful.
In the palace's shadow lay luxurious restaurants.
People came here not out of hunger, but out of prestige.
Zaber watched from a distance.
Beautiful places.
That was why so many were drawn here.
Out of beauty too.
But Zaber leaned on no one. In truth, there was no one he could lean on.
Today, though… he had come for a different reason.
His eyes fixed on one point.
