Raphael Earhart
— Little girl, are you lost? — the man asked in a repulsive tone, his yellowed teeth gleaming under the lantern's glow. — Need some help?
His gaze roamed over me with a disgusting hunger—not just in a lustful way, but a financial one as well. I didn't even have to try to imagine the numbers running through his head as he assessed me like merchandise at an auction.
Looks like I was exactly where I needed to be.
***
Five minutes earlier.
— This should be the place those knights mentioned…
The edge of the port greeted me with the stench of stagnant seawater, filth smeared across wooden planks, and the rotting remains of fish. Sailors bustled about, while rusted, unusable ships sat anchored nearby, long past their sailing days.
