Alvertos, now in the guise of a homeless middle-aged woman, moved quietly through the slums, his footsteps muffled against the worn and uneven cobblestones.
His eyes darted around under the shadow of his hood, constantly looking for anything even remotely suspicious. His nose wrinkled every now and then, clearly he was not used to the smell here.
The air was thick with the stench of decay, a mixture of rotting food, and the sweat of people packed into this forsaken part of the city.
As he made his way into the depths of the slums, making sure to take several detours, he noticed the buildings leaning precariously over the narrow alleyways, their wooden frames and stone bricks weathered from years of neglect.
What's the point of even keeping this district? They should just get rid of everything and everyone here, he thought in disgust.
