Nowaru

In one of the houses, she noticed, lived only a young man; no relatives or friends visited him, and there were no guards present. The house didn't look very luxurious, but it wasn't impoverished either.

Adilika, brushing the dust off her cloak and putting on the most charming and friendly expression she could muster, timidly knocked on the door of the house, making sure the owner was alone inside.