The night fell soon enough, but this didn't make the guard slow down his search for his master and the weaver. He knew the weaver was located in a brothel, but the boy was unable to figure out which specific one he had ended up in, making the search for him only the more difficult.
This city was huge, over hundreds of different brothels hugging nearly every corner of a block, though the search could be narrowed down by about 30 to those who also offered male employees for services.
The guard wasn't too close to the weaver, but anyone could tell that this boy wasn't experienced nor active at all. This boy was innocent and had no place in a job like that, it wasn't for him.
Thankfully, the guard found a silhouette of a man that found the match of the prince he had been looking for, hurrying towards them quickly. "Milord!" The guard called out, making the prince turn around with hope filling his gloomy face, though that hope was soon stolen away.
