The Shadowed Gavel (2)

The iron doors closed behind them with a heavy thud. The hallway beyond was dimly lit by violet lanterns. Their light reflected off the smooth obsidian tiles that lined the floor and walls. A few robed patrons moved in the distance, speaking quietly among themselves.

A slim attendant stood waiting just inside, dressed in a formal high-collared coat. Silver tattoos curled up his neck. He dipped his head politely. "Honored sellers, the Gavel welcomes you. This way, please."

Riku gave a short nod. Beside him, Sherry tried to smile, but her hand tugged once at her cloak's edge, betraying the tension beneath.

They followed the attendant down a narrow corridor. With each step, faint glyphs lit up beneath the marble floor. Sherry eyed them warily, but said nothing.