Another day arrived, Ned woke up and wore his black clothing: a black vest with a faded undergarment, black pants, and boots.
After he finished preparing. Ned reached the outside walking stairs and bricks.
The crowd does not differ at all. Be it in the evening or the morning, it looked almost the same.
Murmurs of hunters expressing their adventures. Merchants sharing their thoughts about the current market. Nobles looking behind their shoulders, uncertain.
Ned returned to the main branch of House of Woods with a thought of skepticism. For all he knew, his quest looking for Roy Eldon of Moorkeg could take him weeks or years. In the first place, how would he find a man who doesn't want to be found? I must find a way. Ned thought.
