Having found refuge in a distant village called Redan after their daring escape from the clutches of Lightport, Dean strolled through the bustling streets, with Treth by his side, their hands intertwined. As they moved through the crowd, people instinctively made way for them, their curious gazes fixated on the enigmatic dou.
Coming across a modest bakery, Dean turned to Treth, noticing her excitement at the sight of the delectable treats on display. He reached out to her, his grip gentle yet firm.
"Is this the place you've been eager to visit?" he inquired, a hint of amusement coloring his voice.
Treth, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, nodded eagerly in response. Without delay, she snatched a loaf of sweetbread and began savoring its delightful flavors. Dean's attention shifted towards the bakery's owner, who appeared visibly apprehensive as he regarded the formidable figure before him.
