"Do you know the way to the local garrison?" Azel asked in a calm tone.
In a town like this, information was the most valuable thing.
One had to take advantage of every situation, even if he was being held at gunpoint by someone that couldn't damage him.
The scruffy man blinked at him, lowering his gun slightly.
"They're… situated forward," he said after a pause, pointing toward the massive walls that stood in the distance. "They protect the inner town."
Azel followed the line of his finger, his eyes narrowing at the walls that loomed like a barrier between two worlds.
The slums stretched around him… they were crooked buildings made of metal scraps but beyond those walls, he could almost imagine bright lanterns, clean streets, and full bellies.
'So they built a wall to protect themselves and left the rest to rot,' he thought grimly.
Humans never change.
He reached into his storage space, his fingers brushing against the familiar coins he kept there.
