A shadow congealed into a man in an alleyway. Faust glanced out into the huge street ahead of him. A long line of people were chatting in front of the shop, showing off their weapons, both new and old.
This section of the city had been taken over by Enchanters and Blacksmiths that Diego had gathered to provide services to the Players that were going to be fighting.
The scent of soot wafted through the air. The chattering crowd and hammering of metals drowned out the sound of Faust's already silent presence. He swept past the lines and people into one of the booking shops.
Here people booked work with Blacksmiths and were given a time limit on how long their weapons would take.
Inside the building, the hallways were filled with people, Faust clicked his tongue but noticed someone familiar ushering people into an office.
Shadow Step.
