From the brothel's entrance, a flamboyantly dressed woman—clearly the owner, given her commanding presence—stood with her hands placed firmly on her hips, glaring angrily in the direction of the disheveled man.
"Listen clearly, Magi!" she shouted furiously, her voice strong enough to cut through the market noise. "If you don't have money, stop coming here and wasting my girls' time! Next time you try, I'll make sure you can't walk out!"
The crowd surrounding Orion and Edgar began buzzing softly with hushed whispers, their voices tinged with disdain and pity.
"Isn't that Magi Alzareth?" murmured a nearby elderly vendor, shaking his head in disappointment. "Such a waste, really. He was once a true genius, praised all throughout the city."
