"Quack, I kid you not, Quack. These streets haven't been this lively in the last seven hundred and forty-nine years."
The old antler demon in the shop kept waving his antlers around as he spoke.
As he mentioned, all around, demons had gathered like housewives on a clearance sale. Everywhere one turned, demons demons, and demons walked.
The stone architecture with details and intricate carvings all over the place, the lamps with a blazing blue flame, and the red skies unchanging as ever.
"What's got them running?" I asked, pointing at the monster meat sandwich the shopkeep was selling.
"Quack, it's all about, quack." He shook his head and started picking stuff out of the freezer. I nudged my companion as well to pick something but he only shook his head. Not my loss.
