Quaba district was famous for its street foods. One could find a small stall with a cook around every corner. The smell, however, was horrible due to shopkeepers who dumped unsold food in the back streets, creating a foul stench. Fortunately, this problem was solved months ago. With the new district Captain, unsold food was now fed to stray animals.
I passed a blacksmith shop and walked further down the road. I could see the two-story house Tola mentioned near the bazaar. It didn't look terrible, but it wasn't in great shape either. One of its windows was cracked, and the front door seemed cheaply made, likely from weak wood.
"Okay…" I muttered to myself, stepping closer. "Let's see if you're here, Minho."