The streets were bustling with people.
Quite a few eyes lingered on Ellie Miller and her group.
The looks from these Drow were anything but friendly.
After careful consideration, Ellie decided to leave with the Drow girl who was blocking their way.
The dusty-faced Drow girl was like the queen of these streets, leading Ellie and her group through several dark alleys to reach a deserted street.
This street was filled with dilapidated shacks, and the air was thick with the smell of sewage.
"How did you know we're not locals?" Ellie asked curiously.
The girl glanced at Artor beside Ellie, "Give me 100 gold coins, and I'll be your guide, otherwise, no deal?"
Leslie, who was extremely sensitive to money, nearly choked on his saliva.
"How much?"
When asked, the girl immediately flared up like a cat whose fur had been ruffled. "What? Do you think 100 gold coins isn't worth your life?"
