We did not leave Armus immediately.
First, we flew east, cutting through the skies toward another major city, one that carried no political power, but was financially strong. The city belonged to trade, logistics, and information. Jarul's family had roots there, and his son had been managing things in his absence.
Primus led the way.
Only his face was open. Steve, North, and I wore dark cloaks and smooth masks that hid our features. I had no particular reason to do so, I just felt like it.
We landed on the edge of the city and moved through its upper districts until we reached a fortified estate. Multiple shops lined outside the estate all carrying Jarul's name. They included all kinds of stuff from weapons, armors to even furniture and carpets for houses.
A demon was waiting at the entrance, clearly placed there to receive guests. He wore simple but well-kept robes and kept his head lowered in a respectful posture, eyes flicking briefly toward Primus before settling back down.
