Without another word, he resumed his pace, leaving Zarak to follow in silence.
They walked through the lively streets, passing vendors and street performers, until they finally stopped before a tall, imposing building.
Its elegant stone facade and carved pillars hinted at luxury, and Zarak watched as richly dressed patrons stepped out of fancy carriages, making their way inside.
The aromas wafting from within indicated fine cuisine, and soft music floated out whenever the grand doors swung open.
"What is this place?" Zarak asked, eyeing the establishment with curiosity.
The old man looked up at the building with an almost proud expression.
"This," he said, "is my working place."
Zarak's brow lifted in surprise. "You work here?"
