Lisbeth was always uncomfortable down in the Silk Houses district. There were too many unruly people here. Too many places where illegal goods might be traded, or backroom deals could be made. Just being in this part of the city made her skin crawl.
Her destination, however, was one of the nicer restaurants in the area. Situated near the end of the district, it was practically in a reputable part of town. Her father had loved this place. Every time she came here, she ordered his favorite meal. She didn't like it very much--too spicy for her taste--but she ate it to better remember him by.
She walked down the streets, keeping an eye over her shoulder. She was always worried about getting mugged down here. But she was still in uniform, and had her bow strapped to her back and her rapier on her hip. So she doubted anyone would be bothered to mess with her.
Her destination, however, was one of the nicer restaurants in the area. Situated near the end of the district, it was practically in a reputable part of town. Her father had loved this place. Every time she came here, she ordered his favorite meal. She didn't like it very much--too spicy for her taste--but she ate it to better remember him by.
She walked down the streets, keeping an eye over her shoulder. She was always worried about getting mugged down here. But she was still in uniform, and had her bow strapped to her back and her rapier on her hip. So she doubted anyone would be bothered to mess with her.
