Hugo and I watched the bustling street of the little town of Clayburn of Althea, an eastern region of the small kingdom. It surprised me how this place looked so lovely when a neighboring kingdom just fell into ruins. Well, it would fall into ruin if the royal family were all dead, right?
After watching everyone prepare for the town's annual festival, food arrived. I turned around to see a huge man, lowering his head to enter the door that was too small for him. He was carrying a tray and the food's aroma immediately wafted through my nostrils.
My stomach let out another growl, making me flustered as I gaze down.
"Oh, Tito. Just put that one there."
I gazed up at Hugo and saw him scratch the back of his head. He was motioning to the robust guy to put the tray on the bedside table. I instinctively looked at Tito and could not help but notice how his shirt was trying to hold on without ripping.
