Leaving the Information Broker's place behind, the trio once again wandered the moonlit streets of Galbaza Town.
If the day belonged to merchants, the night was ruled by shadows and desire.
The town came alive with flickering lanterns, bursts of laughter, the clatter of dice, and muffled music from brothels. Spices mixed with sweat and smoke, and every alley whispered of secrets.
Only in the darkest hours did Galbaza truly shine.
"We need to find a place to sleep tonight," Zane suggested, scanning the chaotic beauty of the street.
"I don't mind the pavement," Shelby replied, stretching. "Hard ground's free, and I sleep like a rock."
"Ugh, you guys are hopeless." Erlin rolled her eyes. "We're in Galbaza—the most notorious town on the continent—and all you two think about is sleep? Disappointing. Look around! I say we live a little. Go wild. Tonight, I'm buying anything you want."
Shelby raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how deep is this little girl's wallet?"
