Chapter 53
Ulanain had little trouble locating the address he was looking for despite his unfamiliarity with most of the urban sprawl that made up what locals to Highland called the “New City.” The warehouse was steepled with a green spire that rose high into the air over the flat roofs all around and along the busy street. It reminded the prince of imperial architecture, something usually reserved to the old manor houses resting inside of Highland’s limestone wall that split the city in half, and was completely out of place in the dirtier side of the city where people were more likely to put in an honest day’s work than the dishonest sort he was used to. The spire did help to set the warehouse apart. That is probably the point.
“This’ll be it,” he confirmed to his personal guard. Byn, a
