Noah followed the waitress in a deeper part of the hall where they entered a small corridor that had many doors on its sides.
The waitress then went to one of them and pressed on some specific points of the door, activating some kind of inscriptions that kept it locked.
The door opened, showing a dark staircase that led toward an underground area.
"Miss Gillian is down there, I can't escort you anymore."
Noah nodded and carefully went down the stairs, enveloping his figure in a layer of mental energy and focusing his senses.
At the bottom of the stairs, Noah could see a wide table that radiated a soft light.
A middle-aged woman was supporting herself on that table, she had long brown hair and was smoking from a long pipe, filling the room with a strange scent.
'That smoke should have relaxing proprieties, it's not strong enough to affect me though.'
"So young and yet so lonely, I wonder what course of events led you here in this forgotten city."
Gillian spoke, laying her pipe on the table and crossing her legs as he sat on it.
That gesture was slow but firm, Noah couldn't help but think that it had a more profound meaning.
"Your mind is also quite strong, there aren't many men that can look at me and still be so stern, it seems that the scent of the Pink Rose has no effect on you."
Gillian continued to assess Noah, she was quite surprised to see someone with a strong mind at such a young age.
Noah bowed and didn't waste time in further greetings.
"I've been told that you might have something I need."
"Who told you that?"
"Someone."
Silence enveloped the room but Gillian nodded at his answer.
"Young, handsome, and righteous, are you sure that you don't want to entertain me for a while before we start doing business?"
Noah bowed again but shook his head.
"I'm tempted but I'm in a hurry, I'm sure that anyone would be willing to please you after I'm gone."
Noah gently refused her offer while still complimenting her, surprising Gillian even more.
"So, you even know your way with words. Tell me, what brings you here?"
"I'm looking for a map of the continent, a detailed one. It should feature the political borders and the known danger zones at least."
Gillian fell deep in thought before tapping a few times on the table behind her.
The light of the table flickered a few times before three items appeared on it.
They were three simple-looking scrolls but Noah could immediately notice that they were inscribed items.
"I have three items that meet your requirements, their prices indicate how many details there are on them. The cheaper one is twenty thousand Credits, the most expensive one is fifty thousand Credits."
'As expected, they are way overpriced. Luckily, money isn't really a problem for now.'
Noah neared the table but the scrolls immediately disappeared and Gillian released a soft laugh.
"I don't do business with men that I don't trust."
She left the table and neared Noah with those same slow movements as before.
"And I don't trust men than don't have time to please a woman."
She then placed a hand on his waist and used his other one to slowly caress his face.
Noah watched the scene unfolding and sighed internally before opening his mouth to speak.
"Is this really necessary?"
Gillian laughed again and nodded.
"If you want the map, you need to earn my trust."
Chapter end
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