For once, the salesmanship wasn't entirely dishonest.
The building was beautiful: a five-story stone structure surrounding a private courtyard, with offices, meeting halls, storage rooms and enough frontage on a busy avenue that thousands of people would pass it daily.
A merchant consortium had previously used it as an administrative headquarters, and almost everything remained in excellent condition.
Boren walked through the main entrance and looked around approvingly. "I like this one. Wecould move in tomorrow. There's even a courtyard, and the broker said there's a restaurant two streets away."
"The restaurant is not part of the property," Sage said.
"Still nearby."
Sage walked through the courtyard, looked at the neighboring buildings rising beyond every wall, then asked Jorren whether any adjoining properties were available.
The broker's enthusiasm weakened. One belonged to a bank. Another belonged to a merchant family that had owned it for eighty years.
