front of them bending under the weight of the delicacies and valuables laid out on them. What was most striking, however, was the cultural diversity of the place.
Unlike the rest of the city, here it was clear that the inhabitants were an overview of all races and professions of the known world. Above the doors were the ancestral signs of the dwarven clans or elven runes inscribed in bright colours. Somewhere in the doorway he saw traditional cloth created by orcs, and elsewhere multicoloured jugs of flowers made it clear that this place was inhabited by halflings. Everywhere he turned he saw traces of this multiculturalism.
Bleist was a little puzzled, as he had not been to this part of Dagos before, having rather moved around the Royal Tract, the diplomatic district and the ports on the Verde. Those parts of the city presented themselves much differently. They had their own character shaped by the dragons. While the main artery of the city was mostly in the fashion of the major European capitals at the time, the ports and coastal areas retained a more traditional dragon look.
The southern commercial district overwhelmed him with its multicolour and crowds, which seemed to thicken with every step the mage took. He had not expected such a mass of newcomers and residents here, for he had thought that the main centre of commerce was actually the Royal Tract itself, rather than the two commercial districts he had always imagined to harbour warehouses and storage areas.
The wizard walked ahead every now and then looking over his shoulder at the stalls he passed. After several hours of walking around the area of the harbour at Verde, he managed to find someone who knew exactly where to look for Ms Nasua. He learned this from a half-conscious, burly dwarf who was eager to tell stories and gossip if someone put another mug of strong ale in front of him.
Darius glanced at the bright blue lettering on one of the tenements and shifted his gaze around the building looking for a passage that would
