"In every city, there is a district that lives in a different form, they have their own laws and no one dares to mess with them. Here is the hidden world of Barg!"
Master juggler noted.
Delun was glancing at the arch of that district entrance.
"So what would we find here?" Delun had no clue why the juggler brought him here. He wanted to find someone who was selling cores, not guns nor blades.
"Here is bigger than you assumed! Follow me!"
The juggler walked forward and Delun went after him.
A few men were sitting on chairs, dragging cigarettes, they blew the smoke out, their eyes veered on the strangers who entered their district.
"Would the pixie smugglers come around here?" Delun murmured.
He didn't know if the pixies rather coming here but they must have had a place to meet the seekers or men of Baban.
"They would come here exactly to be out of sight, no regular people come here."
