Was the information wrong?
Just as he was about to give up and turn back, he suddenly heard someone speak:
"Hey."
He quickly turned around. Standing there was a small girl—or at least, someone who seemed like one—dressed in a black cloak.
The hood was pulled down so far over the face that Greyson couldn't even see his expression.
The cloak made it hard to tell if the person was male or female, but from the sound of the voice, Greyson guessed it was a boy.
"Hey, you're not from the slums, are you?"
The tone of the boy's voice sounded like he was suspicious of Greyson.
"No, I'm not. I came here because I heard someone saw a magician around this area."
"Hmm… a magician, huh. There's no such person here."
"…What!? Why are you so sure?"
Something about the way he said it felt oddly convincing to Greyson.
"Because I was just with that magician a little while ago."
"What!? Then—where is this magician now!?"
Greyson quickly stepped toward him.
