Marrath's black market smelled like a mix of cheap incense and rusty iron. Belida was already halfway pulling his black sword from its sheath. The giant knight tightly gripped the collar of a skinny pickpocket who had just tried reaching into their gold sack.
Kanos pulled Belida's shoulder gently.
"Let him go," Kanos said flatly. "Adding bodies will only make us easier for the Sensors to track."
Belida let out a rough snort. He threw the kid into a pile of empty wooden barrels. The pickpocket immediately ran away terrified through the crowded market without daring to look back.
Papuyu kept walking in front of them without caring about the commotion. The girl led Kanos and Belida through a narrow alley filled with shabby tarp tents. This place was truly the city's blind spot. No sunlight came in, only lit by dim red oil lamps.
"That is the guy," Papuyu pointed with her chin toward a rickety table at the very end of the alley.
