"Is this the shop that sells that shirt?"
Sylvanas stood at the dead-end of a winding alley. Instead of a garment shop, it was more appropriate to call it a criminals' nest.
The outer walls were filled with graffiti, while the main door was blackened by a previous scorching. On top of that, there was a huge crimson word "Torn" on the wall.
At the corner of the shop, a slender Gnome with deep eye sockets and eyes that were thirsty for knowledge was reading a tattered old mathematical book passionately. When he discovered someone coming in, he lifted his head nervously. When he saw Arthur and his friends, the Gnome climbed up and ran off.
The entire alley was filled with a sense of decadence.
"I don't know, but the shopkeeper pointed us here," BurningChestHair said puzzledly.
NotWearingPants said, "He said that he was giving us guidance because we are from Eternal Kingdom and warned us not to tell others."
"Could it be a criminals' nest?"
