Remote, decayed, rarely passed by.
Even Will, who seldom wandered in the city, felt something was wrong, but he was determined to complete this final task before departure, so he reluctantly suppressed the unease in his heart.
Seeming to notice Will's tension, the person who brought him here took out a bottle of wine from a drawer in the room and poured two glasses.
"I've asked the owner to fetch some items, it should take about ten minutes. They're materials stolen and resold by clerks or apprentices from other shops, not quite legitimate, can't be displayed openly, I hope you don't mind."
Saying this, he raised the wooden cup and drank the wine fully.
Will nodded and took a sip as well.
After the wine went down, the other person seemed to have opened up, starting from the weather, moving to the situation, and onto discussing others and himself.
Sparing no detail of his helplessness, lacking the smart mind to become a scholar or an alchemist.
