Even this late at night, the eating houses in Market Street were still doing good trade. Many people sat at the tables underneath the trees, and the sound of their conversations drifted through a large area surrounding the commercial precinct.
Izramith and her team kept to the opposite side of the street, mostly in the shadow of the trees.
The ground floor of the building held a guard station and a few shops, all closed. The group walked past in single file. Eris reached the stairs first, but then stopped.
“There is a gate here. I don’t think that’s legal.”
“I don’t worry if it’s legal, only if we can open it.” Izramith remembered the merchant opening it for her.
Eris protested. “They should have applied to the council to put this gate here. We may need to get in for security or emerg
