Afternoon in Elfier City.
The stone streets were filled with people.
Fyar and Illya walked side by side. Illya enthusiastically pulled Fyar's arm toward the Main Square. The place was packed. Couples and families filled the area, all seemingly looking for entertainment.
In the middle of the square, a large crowd had formed.
"There seems to be something there, Fyar," Illya pointed with one hand toward the crowd.
"Want to see?" Fyar asked.
Illya nodded gently. "Yes."
They passed a street performer strumming a lute. He was singing a dramatic love ballad about a knight and a princess.
A classic story, Fyar muttered internally.
He continued to watch and listen to the song. Some people in the crowd looked touched. Several others looked at their own partners, as if picturing themselves in the song.
Fyar turned towards Illya. The girl seemed to be enjoying the song. Her eyes were shining, and there was a slight tear in the corner.
Seeing that, Fyar smiled faintly.
