Once we got inside the city, we asked around for the merchant, Solvar Mogren. Eventually, someone pointed us in the direction of his residence.
When we got there, we were met with a caravanserai. It had an open courtyard with a fountain at its center. We stepped into the building and entered a small ground-floor reception room.
The cozy reception room smelled of warm spices and burning incense, safe from the freezing desert wind outside. Behind a dark wooden desk sat a lady with a calm, regal presence.
She wore a heavy winter robe of thick, emerald-green velvet to block the chill. Beautiful silver threads lined the edges, glowing under the torchlight. Underneath, a black silk tunic was buttoned tight to her throat.
A soft blue cashmere scarf wrapped around her head. A silver crown with blue stones held her hood in place. As she leaned forward to open her guest book, tiny silver coins sewn onto her hood jingled softly like ice.
"What is it? Who are you people?"
