Malcolm goes to Old Town.

“Where are we going?” Malcolm asked Ursula.

“I feel a strong magic presence somewhere in this city, whoever it is could get me out of this sword and back into my body.” Ursula explained.

Malcolm nodded, after all releasing Ursula from the sword was his reason for visiting Zatakia. After walking for a few more minutes, Ursula spoke up again.

“Go right here.” Ursula told Malcolm, and Malcolm did as he was told.

Unfortunately he walked through a rather dark and dangerous alleyway, and he was about to figure out how dangerous. Two tall men suddenly stepped out of the shadows and stopped Malcolm, both of the men had burly arms and scarred faces. “Halt!” One of the man said to Malcolm. “The neighborhood you are about to enter is owned by Vargas.” The other man said, while he held his hand up to Malcolm showing his empty hand.

Malcolm stared at the man's hand, not sure what he had to do.
“Uhm... Okay?” Malcolm mumbled, as he tried to walk past the two scarred men only to be pushed back by one of the giants.

“Look, you country bumpkin!” One of the men shouted, as he poked Malcolm's chest with his finger. “If you want to enter this neighborhood you'll have to pay the entrance fee.”

Malcolm wondered if it was normal in Zatakia to pay an entrance fee if you wanted to visit a new neighborhood, but the men didn't look like the guard that was guarding the gate. Both of them were wearing sleeveless leather armor, dyed black with a crimson 'V' emblazoned on the right side of their chest. Both had a dagger hanging from their belts, as well as a pointed nasty looking club. Malcolm didn't trust the two men, and turned around to leave the alleyway unfortunately there was another man standing there with a crossbow pointed at Malcolm's chest.

“Well this doesn't look good.” Malcolm observed, in response the man holding the crossbow just shot Malcolm a cruel smile.

“Pay up kid!” The man holding the crossbow yelled at Malcolm. “Either with blood or coin, it's your choice.”

“Anything you can do Ursula?” Malcolm asked her, feeling slightly nervous.

“Sorry, but another spell might be too much of a strain on your body.” Ursula explained. “You should try to handle this yourself.”

Malcolm sighed, he didn't think that he would have enough money to please the men. Luckily the alleyway looked big enough to swing a sword, so Malcolm assumed a fighting stance his father taught him, wile his right hand moved towards his sword.

“Blood it is then!” The man holding the crossbow grunted, as he released the bolt.

Malcolm quickly jumped to the right, avoiding the crossbow bolt by a hair -hearing a surprised roar of pain-, and then rushed towards the man holding the crossbow. The man looked surprised, he dropped his crossbow and tried to unsheathe the dagger that was hanging from his belt, but Malcolm was quicker. In one fluid movement Malcolm unsheathed Ursula, cut off the man's head, and sheathed her. Then he ran out of the alleyway, only to find out that no one was following him.

After he had calmed down Malcolm followed Ursula's directions again, hoping to avoid going into more dark alley's. Eventually Malcolm ended up in a district near the wharfs, known by the locals as 'Old Town', as he crossed one of the many bridges in 'Old Town' Malcolm wondered if this really was a place were a powerful sorcerer would life. The buildings were beautiful, and made Malcolm think about elven myths for some reason. But the rest of the street was filled with drunken men and women, mercenaries looking for work and men wearing the same armor as the three in the alley.

But before Malcolm could ask Ursula if she was sure that they were in the right place, he felt something soft pressing against his right arm. Looking to his right Malcolm saw a curvacious brunette pressing her large breasts against his arm. “Hello there cutie, looking for a good time?” The woman asked in a sultry tone of voice

Malcolm didn't know what she meant with 'a good time', but after his long and boring travel to Zatakia he could use a good time. Before he could reply though, Ursula spoke up. “Malcolm, she is a prostitute...”

“A what?” Malcolm whispered.

“She's a prostitute, a woman in her profession trades sexual services in return for payment.” Ursula explained.

Malcolm shot a friendly smile at the woman. “Thanks, but not thanks.” He told the sexy brunette, who pouted sadly and walked off.

After walking through the streets of Old Town for a while longer, being propositioned by several other prostitutes, Ursula told Malcolm to stop in front a building called: 'The Sultry Sorceress'
“If there really is a sorceress living here, she isn't hiding it very well.” Malcolm mumbled as he entered the building.