You travel through alleys toward Inki's. Behind you, Ane's phantasm fades with her interest in it.
Below the walls the streets are nearly permanently shadowed by walls and buildings, except very near noon. It is breezeless, dank, and not as cool as you might hope; the heat of sunlight somehow runs down the sides of the buildings. Not sweltering, but always verging on sweat. Smells like onions, armpits, coriander, and fried meat.
The sheesha shop is bustling. A very bored looking bouncer, massive and clean shaven, stands firmly planted by the entrance. He looks you up as you approach, then grins a smile from which some daring soul removed one tooth. "Ane" he says. She knows him, kind of, as a decent kind of thug. He gestures you to enter.
Inside is dark and actually cool and pungent with weed. Intoxicated people lounge about talking nonsense or staring blankly into space. Inki's is locally renowned for not offering products that cause paranoia or jitters.
What do you do while you wait for Buruzg?
