The area was noticeably quieter, the bustling sounds of merchants and hagglers fading into silence. Orion glanced curiously at the increasingly isolated surroundings.
Lucan finally stopped the carriage near a discreet building with a shabby appearance. "We're here," he said, hopping down from his seat.
Orion stepped out, surveying the modest entrance calmly. "Is the slave market hidden here?"
Edgar nodded appreciatively, feeling proud of Orion's insight. "That is correct, Young Master."
Lucan reached into a hidden compartment under the carriage seat, producing three simple yet intricate masks. "You'll need to wear these," he said, handing them out. "We don't want to attract unnecessary attention."
Orion examined the mask carefully. Crafted from a sturdy material, it was adorned with subtle runes designed to obscure one's identity. He placed the mask over his face, immediately feeling a strange but gentle aura envelop him.
