I came to the neighborhood's entrance and tried to get a cab, but there was none. The neighborhood Ashkeron lived in was a quiet one. It was a remote area, and I had to take some time just to find a cab. I should have rented a bike back in town. There was a motorcycle nearby though, and the driver seemed to be waiting for a customer. He wore a helmet and was making a call beside his bike.
I shouted at him in Tarsh, "Hey, are you taking any passengers?"
The biker was shocked. He looked at me through the visor and went back to his call, ignoring me. I frowned and asked him the same question again. He seemed to hear me this time around and waved me off, refusing to take me. I had no choice but to wait for a cab to pass by. A red one finally appeared ten minutes later. I told the driver wher
