I am truly alone here.
“Come on, this place is worth it,” Zendar said, prodding Bassan to move faster.
They rounded three more corners before the man turned and indicated with pride a squat building. Bassan gazed up at the sign, faded and dim even in the gloom. Whatever the language, he couldn’t read the cryptic letters. For all he knew, it might be one of those twisted mental torture boutiques the Narcons so enjoyed.
“They serve food?” he said. “The kind you eat?”
Zendar laughed. “Of course. The best on this level. And something for everyone. Bassan, trust me.”
I wish I did.
They stepped inside, pushing past heavy crimson curtains. A thousand odors wafted his direction, none of them unpleasant. And although the lighting matched the passageway, it shone upon a much cleaner atmosphere
