They arrived at the Pit. Before the descent, Renny made sure Myla was ready.
"You've got a weapon?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Good," he said. "If we engage in battle, you'll need it."
They moved through the lower market, the sound of trade echoing through the area. When they reached the Map Store, Renny scanned the listings until he found the name they needed.
"Muralen," he muttered. "There."
Renny picked the map from the shelf and unfolded it. Myla leaned closer, reading it aloud. "The Collector's Ring?"
"Yup." Renny tapped the mark. "That's where it's located. And that's why we have this." He rolled the map into his coat pocket.
They left the market behind, weaving through crooked alleys until the river's stench returned. Another vessel waited at the edge of the pier.
Renny stepped onto the plank first, and the boat gave a deep, guttural hum.
"Well, well," it rasped, voice bubbling up from the wood. "Travelers again, eh? Where ya headed?"
"The valley," Renny replied.
