Haven Market (1)

The pleasant breeze of the evening tousled Erik's hair as he walked out of elegance, momentarily pushing away the weight of his mission.

He summoned a cab, and the sleek vehicle discreetly approached him. Before entering the vehicle, he took a moment to admire the restaurant's stunning exterior before leaving, thinking about what he had found there.

"Head to the Haven Market," he urged the driver. The driver's brow lifted slightly in surprise, giving Erik a brief glance in the rearview mirror.

Haven Market was different from your typical tourist attraction. According to what he knew, the creme de la creme of Testrovsc's Rest frequented it. Celebrities, business moguls, and politicians - people with clout and the means to gratify their every whim. It would be an understatement to say it was elite.

Erik chose not to play any more charades. Going under an alias had served its purpose in the restaurant. Still, it could have been more helpful at the Haven Market.