Chapter Twenty Eight

The old man led Calhoun to the back of his stall, where an empty alleyway stood. It looked like it hadn't been used for years; the walls were moldy, and the air stank of rot. He wondered what poor rodent had died there. The road was narrow and rough, barely enough for him and his horse. They walked deeper into the alleyway, and Calhoun noticed that the path was between two walls. One was just a regular wall used as a means of demarcation, while the other was a huge, tall wall that he immediately assumed encased an expensive building inside. Whoever owned it was probably a warm-hearted person as he allowed people to be selling goods by his wall. They continued their walk for some minutes before reaching the end, stopping before two paths. The right path led to the other end of the enormous building, while the left led to a small forest. The old man started towards the left. Calhoun inwardly sighed. They had just left a forest only to find themselves in another one. He hoped that