I followed the girl deeper down the side street.
It was quieter here, a lot quieter, and the bug-lamps that lit the way were becoming far and few between.
He was right though, it could certainly be a trap. Some random woman leading me down a street into a dark and seedy area? That certainly had all the makings of a trap. Nevertheless, I had to see it through.
If this wasn't a trap and the woman was being honest with me, there really was some sort of underground movement to try and fight back against the aristocracy of the upper city, then that was where I needed to be.
Besides, I could always punch my way out if need be.
I felt the equivalent of a mental eye roll come from BB at that thought. Having a hangover seemed to make the AI pretty irritable.
