"So, what's going on?"
Comfort Street—it was obvious what kind of place it was from the name alone. A place of comfort, or more specifically, the kind that came from vice. It didn't take a genius to figure out what this place was for.
"See that place there?"
Marcellus was leaning against a wall at the corner of an alley, and while it was a smart hiding spot, it definitely didn't suit him. Someone with bright golden hair trying to hide in a corner only stood out more than anything.
The place Marcellus was pointing to was the opposite of obscure; it was huge, a five-story compound with all the obvious signs of being a strip club—or, considering this place's complete lack of restraint, something more.
Definitely a brothel.
"I'm guessing there's more than meets the eye?"
"Correct. I'm sure you've been seeing all these inquisitors everywhere, right? Well, I've been investigating them. That's the sole reason I chose to stay instead of returning to the academy."
