Erik looked at the clerk, who didn't even look at them, the papers that he needed to go through were piled on one side, making one wonder just what was happening. But that wasn't their concern, as Erik said, "I need some information."
The clerk didn't look up and pointed toward the stairs, saying, "Second floor, you will see it."
Saying that, he went quiet, ignoring them. That was because the duo had their faces obscured, if some aristocrat were to enter here, the clerk would've flaunted, licking up to him.
Erik and Valcroy turned toward the stairs, they welcomed such behavior, to the point, no nonsense, and started ascending.
"What is their craze with wooden stairs?" Valcroy asked, walking up.
Erik didn't answer, to answer, he needed to know first, and he didn't know. The second floor came to their view, people were also moving about here, their heads lowered, reading a scroll and shuffling them, a board filled with words and a price in front of them like:
