The smell of urine and feces assaulted Jeames' senses. He frowned and glanced at the man in the cloak walking a few feet in front of him.
"If you lied, I am going to kill you," Jeames murmured just as the man started guiding him deeper and deeper into the outskirts of the Empire. He held the hilt of his sword, his senses on high alert. One wrong move and he was prepared to kill the man in the cloak.
"Calm down young one… hekhek.." The man responded.
"I am telling you. One wrong move and you will lose your life."
The man only responded with a burst of laughter that sounded more like a frog croaking than that of a man's voice. Jeames shivered, he glared at the man's back wondering if he made the right decision to follow him into this part of the Empire.
The slums were the most depressing part of the Empire. This was the place of criminals, homeless people and orphans and women that sold their flesh. This was not a secret.
