Finally having arrived at the witch's world, Layana glanced around and clutched onto Leon's shoulder for balance.
"You okay?" Leon inquired with concern, and she nodded at him. "Yes, I am. I'm just tired and hungry." She replied, and he grabbed her by the wrist, then began to walk towards the bustling road where the witches clad in black cloaks walked up and down.
"Is this how they dress here?" Layana asked, finding the attire quite bizarre, and he nodded at her. "Yes, it's their tradition. I don't know, every witch, I have ever seen, always wears a cloak. Maybe it protects them from something. I can't tell." He shrugged and adjusted his cloak, then continued to walk through the city while holding tightly onto Layana's hand.
It took them almost an hour before they found a nice looking restaurant that seemed to have nice food.
"Can we eat, now?" Layana asked, and Leon nodded at her, then walked into the restaurant with her.
