"What about you? Why are you playing cloak and dagger?" I asked, as we walked and Gloria looked down.
"We had five council members. My father was one of them, but he tried to stand up to James, but now he is locked up, along with my mother. I was able to stay free as long as I did my job, so that is what I am doing. The last council member was killed trying to escape. No one knows who did it, but we all have our suspicions," Gloria said, and her voice was full of pain and anger as she spoke about her parents being locked up, but I didn't say anything; I just kept walking until we turned down another street that led us away from the market area and towards a more residential area with houses built close together; each one unique in design.
"This is my home," Gloria said after a few minutes as she came to a stop in front of a large two-story house that looked like it was carved out of stone with different symbols covering the front door. "Come on inside."