He keeps finding me

2.11

The noise on the market was loud and the smell unbearable, the fish stunk up Wilwarin's nostrils. And the screaming of the stall around him blew his eardrums out, if these merpeople could be any more louder, he would walk out of this market deaf.
He still didn't let the chance go to look around the stall out of pure curiosity, he never went to a vegetable market, but he has been to many fish markets. For some reason most of the drug dealers he worked with always wanted to meet around there.
If it was to mask the smell of drugs or the scent of their bodies, Wilwarin didn't care, he only followed the orders of his father nothing more nothing less. He was the middleman, that is what got him killed also, maybe then his mother wouldn't have misunderstood him.
The memory of the trashing from his laptop also flew there shortly,  but he didn't want to face that yet so he concentrated on the prize. Where to find Ardon?
He walked a bit off the market and looked at the stores that were located in a building. Nothing of value and nothing of interest, he went into a few of them to ask about Ardon, but nothing came up.
He spotted some merpeople, they looked like young men back from a shopping trip, their hands were adorned with jewelry and their clothes seemed to be handwoven. Wilwarin didn't see any machinery that could make something fine-lined as this, so he had found his targets to follow.

Wilwarin was never too close, and never too far, the training of shadowing a person was etched into his bones. Even though he had never been in this environment, he knew which spots he could use to his advantage to hide from both his targets and the surrounding folk.
He followed them pretty far, Wilwarin soon his on top of the rooftops as they were easy to climb and hard to be spotted on. Wilwarin moved like a snake slowly, but deadly. If they saw him he had the advantage point of knocking them three out, if necessary. 
He could hear their petty words and wordplay, gossip and blackmail. Pride over their riches and the gloat over the unfortunate. As they walked further and further, the surroundings were harder and harder to hide in. The area for the rich was designed to be safe for the rich.
Wilwarin could see some sandstone pillars, around the buildings, little pictures of fishes carved inside and some had the first interaction between the merpeople and the humans.
The merperson was half in the water as they looked up at the human being that was kneeling in front of them as if to get a better look. 
Wilwarin decided to walk on the street, his clothes were more than enough to qualify, and he was nowhere as a chick or as jeweler heavy as the other people here, but he carried an aura of untouchableness, that probably came from his being as an elf. A high carried head, even his clothes fluttered with a kind of ethereal feeling, like he is precious and should be carried above the world.

Most of the passersby merpeople and sometimes rich humans, that past him took a second and third look at him. Wilwarin carried that untouchableness, but with it also a coldness. Unreachable, distant, with a goal in mind. 
He walked further and further, the youths he was following long out of sight, but he didn't need them anymore. He reached the area of the rich, so he looked around for high-end stores and found a very popular one.
'The glistening Pearl', was very generic in terms of naming, as he walked in it seemed like a tourist attraction. Fishnets with pearls were hanging from the ceiling and the walls were adorned with seaweedlike features, corrals, and fishes. Wilwarin felt like he was in the aquarium, he was only there once, and it was a birthday present from Val. 
The floor was made out of a darker wood.
There were no fish tanks or anything like that, but rather little display cases made from glass. In it laid many things somewhere magic scrolls, jewelry, clothes made from dragon scales, and even some exquisite foods. High-quality potion ingredients, and a few rare herbs. 
He didn't know if they were really that rare, but it was what was written on the little signs.  
The merpeople working all had nice uniforms that looked like butlers, and the cashier was the only one with gold-adorned clothes. His big belly was laughing as he struck a deal with the person in front of him, as he looked closer he saw that girl, Cyrene.