Toward midday, the scene in Block C of the Culinary District of the Metropolis of Nocture had truly become a sea of people. The line in front of stall number 14, the simple blue-canvas-roofed stall belonging to "Runa," the soft-blue-haired elf girl, no longer merely snaked. It had curled around every corner of the block's streets and was causing a small jam on the main pedestrian path.
The rich, spice-laden smell of grilled meat, mingled with the aromas of the Deadly Spicy Sauce, the sweet and creamy honey-butter sauce, and the warm black-pepper sauce, rose thick in the city's hot air. Everyone who passed by was unable to resist the temptation to their noses. Even top-tier adventurers, who normally looked down on street food, now stood in the line too, patiently waiting their turn for a portion of the legendary grilled chicken that was the hottest topic of conversation across the whole city that day.
