Kaira had half wondered whether Tarkus would take Marak’s advice and seek out the local gangs, but he didn’t. Instead they just walked. They’d left the small, quiet passage and entered a much larger one, a busy thoroughfare packed with people.
Tarkus turned left, apparently a random decision, and they kept walking for several minutes more. Various passageways led off to the sides, some of them neatly organised, others looking incredibly haphazard. Some quiet, some as busy as the one they walked down. Tarkus looked at them all, but stayed on the new thoroughfare. Finally Kaira had to ask.
“Why stick with this passageway?” she said. “Why not some of the others? And why are we going this way?”
Tarkus smiled. “Look at the people. The ones going the same way we are, and the ones he
