| Euphoria, the City of Phoenia, Five months later |
"… If you buy the whole barrel, I'll charge you only 2 pence more; It's a great deal of you ask me."
A haggling merchant with a head shining with sweat rubs his palms together as a man in his early 30s stands in front of his wooden booth eying his assortment of delicious glimmering apples.
The man looks at the merchant with a sigh while taking a small leather pouch from his pocket. "Fine, you wi—"
—Tack Tack
The man quickly turns around as a woman wearing a long white dress decorated with a blue lace around her curved hips walks past them. The merchant peers upward with widened eyes as the woman's golden-brown sun-hat, masking her light silver hair dances in a gust of air rushing past her.
Her open-toed sandals, giving her a few inches in height, stop advancing as she looks into the sky.
The merchant then rubs his eyes with a look of amazement. "Isn't that…"
