Dal Shabet

Throughout their journey, the boy hadn't uttered a single word, only whimpering and pointing with his finger to indicate where they needed to go. After some time, they found themselves in front of a fortified building, and the boy pointed to the door.

Ratislav had already spent some time in Nevermore, and by roughly estimating their current location, he decided that the boy was likely telling the truth and that they were storing the stolen goods here.
-Is this your warehouse? Open it and go inside, and I'll follow. - said the Tyrian, still not letting go of the boy. -I hope I find my belongings here, otherwise...