Once he had gone through the tall gates of Migotir City, Hugo navigated the intersections by following the largest group entering the city. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to know where to head on his own.
His plan to travel to Migotir City was a last-minute ploy, forced by circumstances. He hadn't even taken a look at a map of the city beforehand.
He intended to find a place where he could glean some information about the city which had stood on the eastern continent for more than ten millennia.
"You said I could obtain information from the black market?" He sent Freya a telepathic message as he waded through a thick crowd. He was noticeably shorter than nearly everyone else around him. He was unable to see the brightly lit shop signs or the tall buildings to orient himself. He floated in a sea of backpacks, cloaks, and hair in a variety of colors.