A few moments later, Reve appeared in a busy location in the urban district. The thriving market of Starhold.
Among the mass of humans walking like freaking zombies on the clustered road was Reve, the emperor cat.
He wiggled his way around his surrounding before he found himself in front of a stall, "May the sun still shine on us, what do you have, old man?"
Clearly, the owner of the stall wasn't in the young-age bracket. His piling grey hair was obvious enough.
As for what he sold, based on what was presented, it seemed to be some sort of package food product.
"You new here? Doesn't matter, These are freshly baked goods. My wife makes them," explained the old man.
Reve's eyes went distant as he picked up an open package on the shelf, "Mind if I take a bite?"
"Help yourself," replied the old man.
The food Reve brought out of the package was some sort of pie. The moment he stuffed it in his mouth, his tastebuds went haywire.
