Waver watched as the specter seemed to disappear with a plot of water into the fountain and disappeared, before looking up again at the question. “Ah, it’s east of here. Just beyond where all the forges and some of the taverns are. It’s a bit… sparse for a harbor in activity. There’s a ship partially built in port and a lot of old warehouses and abandoned buildings out that way.” The mage explained, knowing the area pretty well, as he’d set up a workshop in that part of the city for a little peace and quiet.

Although, ironically, it also turned out to be more prone to danger than other areas and the guards didn’t spend much time there. One month alone, he’d had three near-death experiences involving wererats.

Which was why he was a bit glad the spirit had disappeared from the water for the moment. It kept his awkward expression from showing as he kept his tone neutral, even as he answered honestly. “Not always, no. Like I mentioned that night, there are things in this city that like to prey on people. Not to mention the risk of falling through a mirror…. But I’ve been lucky enough for others to happen by and step in to help, though I’ve known a few people who weren’t so fortunate themselves.” So it’s a fair warning to be cautious, he thinks…