The magical gems in the streetlamps went into slumber as dawn's rays illuminated the noble district. Adam and Quintella, following Robert, emerged onto a broad avenue from the residential area.
Glowing 'open' signs hung on luxurious facades. Through the windows, he saw golden carpets stretch beneath marble tables polished to a sparkle. The first customers, dressed in elegant suits or dresses, drank steaming liquids from porcelain cups. Slices of caramelised tarts, whose sweet scents made Quintella's mouth water just imagining them, accompanied the soft murmur of conversations he couldn't hear.
He counted more cafes on his way, but also a variety of different shops. One was filled with grimoires bound in leather or scaled covers. Another, bearing the Crystal Quill Consortium's emblem, displayed finely enchanted blades and spears.
