lead him to the back and on to the less frequented streets of the district. He spotted it immediately and quickly headed towards it.
He crossed the alley and found himself on a less busy road. Here, as on the district's main thoroughfare, there were plenty of stalls and stands, but there was less traffic. Bleist turned right and walked confidently towards the nearest square.
It didn't take him long and after just a few minutes he found himself in a circular square paved with cobblestones. A fountain stood in the middle, and around it was a small green park offering shelter from the heat of summer afternoons. Around the square rose two-storey houses with colourful facades adjacent to each other. Each was painted in a different way and decorated with different bas-reliefs or frescoes. Bleist looked around and immediately focused his attention on a house of warm yellow interspersed with Greek patterns. He smiled under his breath and looked around once more. This time more carefully.
He noticed a group of young dragons sitting on a bench by the fountain. They looked as if they were waiting for something. The mage immediately concluded that they must belong to Pirce's gang. He deduced from their behaviour that Draco still hadn't shown up, he had silently hoped beforehand that things would be different though. He sighed and moved towards the entrance of the building, wondering at the same time where the lone young dragon might have hidden himself. However, he did not know the city well enough to be able to find the answer.
He approached the door of the house with a steady step, all the while watching the group by the fountain out of the corner of his eye. When he stood in front of the entrance he took another deep breath and gently pulled the bell-string, he heard a sing-songy tone from inside, and after a moment a rustling, the sound of the door opening and a woman's voice tinged with warmth and caring. Darius corrected his impeccable frock coat and waited patiently.
-I'm coming, I'm coming.- He
