The last light of day had vanished by the time Liam and Chrises stepped out of the Beast Trade Hall. The city had changed with the hour.
The sunlit chaos of Astrin's market streets had faded into a slower and quieter scene where shadows stretched long beneath the flickering oil lamps that lined the road.
Liam walked in silence, hands tucked casually in his pockets. His expression was unreadable, calm and focused. Behind him, Chrises followed half a step behind, her thoughts a whirlwind.
She had seen and met all kinds of men but this one was… different. She wants to know who Liam, to be able to spend 1,000 gold coins easily, an amount that would make a commoner family rich years if managed well.
She would had chalked it up to the fact that he was a noble but the truth is that he isn't dressed like one. And his attire looks foreign, as she had never seen any noble won something like that.
