Silas roamed the streets of Tirash, trying to find a new hotel. On the horizon, the sky had started turning red as night approached. As much as possible, Silas wanted to choose his next hotel far from his previous one to avoid suspicion.
He arrived at a plaza near the Tirash Commercial Corner. Silas crossed the street and passed through a path between two stores, leading him into a residential area. Lampposts flickered to life one by one. Silas looked around; most of the buildings here were houses and apartments, each with identical designs—whitewashed walls with wooden roofs.
Turning a corner, he found a three-story building with a sign hanging from a metal bracket above the door that read: Kawyan Hotel.
Silas shrugged and went inside, removing his cap as he headed straight to the counter. There he saw a man with a balding forehead skimming through a newspaper. He had a pen with him which he repeatedly tapped on the wooden table.
