Nestled innocuously in the corner of the trader’s enclave, the stone doors to the Aureon temple stood shut to the bustle that surged on the streets. Once it had served as a bank, but the son of Kundarak relocated his holding to Micham square. Crowded in by poultry wholesalers and tanning warehouses, it now squatted amongst a profusion of chaos that assaulted the senses.
Beside him haggled an old lady, the wool trader pursing his lips now and then as the bargain spun out of his control. Behind him stank the poultry wholesaler, a warehouse exploding with frantic squawks and shrieks. And amidst it all, Tarren heard the unhurried clop of a horse-drawn carriage. The carriage slowed to a stop before the temple doors, allowing two figures to alight. In the half light of the gloomy day, he caught a glimpse of a richly embroidered dress beneath the grey coat. The taller of the two gave some instructions to the driver, and then turned to his companion. Together, as though escorting the smaller figure, the couple climbed the steps towards the stone doors. The carriage sluggishly swung round. As it passed the wool trader’s shop, it paused briefly. Then, with a nod from the driver, the carriage continued the way. Tarren had by then, faded into the crowd.