Margaret, having changed her clothes, strolled down the main street of the harbor district. She hummed a cheerful song, pleased that no one paid her any mind.
As she walked, she suddenly caught the scent of something roasting in the air and pulled her maid toward a street food stall in the distance.
"Jina, look! They're selling grilled ribbonfish over there. Let's go try some."
The driver, now dressed in old clothes, scanned his surroundings with a grave expression. His anxiety eased slightly when he spotted a shadow on a rooftop where the light couldn't reach. People from the Seventh Division had followed them; the harbor district was safe for now.
Holding the grilled ribbonfish, Margaret continued on her way.
Although the people around her were not very clean and the ground was littered with sewage and garbage, she couldn't help but feel a sense of joy walking down this street for some reason.
