CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Thanos walked down into the poorest districts of Delos, trying not to let the pity he felt at the state of this quarter of the city show on his face. He kept his cloak wrapped around him so that no one would see who he was. He doubted that being a prince would carry much weight here amongst those so poor they couldn’t even afford food.
The houses down here barely even merited the term. They weren’t so much discrete units as agglomerations of wood and plaster, one shack flowing into the next until Thanos couldn’t tell where the buildings started and stopped.
There were beggars on the street, and Thanos guessed that there would have been thieves too if anyone had possessed anything worth stealing. He kept a wary eye on the alleys he passed while he tried to find the on
