Nowaru

Meltaret looked around. This street was quiet, but he knew they would be looking for him. Thoughts swirled chaotically in his head, but one thing was clear: during this journey, he had been targeted twice, and both times because of his presence in Teios. It was unclear whether Darius had any connections with the southern Elulu-Suen people or simply wanted to kill him for being from Teios, but that was no longer important. Now, the main thing was to survive. Trying not to attract attention and listening for approaching guards, the fugitive walked a couple of blocks. Judging by the surroundings, he was in Cererum – there were no gambling dens or shops here, only residential buildings and grocery stores. This couldn't continue for long. Darius was clearly mobilizing the entire guard to search for him. He urgently needed to find shelter, preferably a long-term one. On the mailbox of the nearest courtyard, a sign read "Ludenberg." Hoping for luck, the Melchorian approached the door and knocked.