The Jessup priest then beckoned them to follow him and led them through a warren of narrow, winding alleys. As they strayed away from the main street, the Trade District quickly lost its splendor, giving way to poorly maintained pavements, sidewalks and buildings. Often crammed together, sometimes even piled on top of each other.
Still being in the Trade District, these properties were also businesses of all kinds, whether they were stores, inns or pubs, but their clientele and activities were certainly a bit more shady.
On the way, Ikaris was jostled by a hooded man wearing a grimy cloak, and if Danchun hadn't grabbed and snapped his wrist in time, the guy would probably have gone through his pockets.
"Be careful, my Lord." She warned him deadpan as she knocked out the pickpocket with a harsh tap on his neck with the edge of her hand.
