The food wasn't nearly enough to feed three people, since it was only meant for one, but it did settle our grumbling stomachs until we found a place where we could buy some more.
Although, as we move deeper into the city the scarcity of stands or shops that provide food is striking. We find only one place that offers a small selection of ready-made sandwiches. We take one each, and Mason covers the exorbitant sum requested for three measly meals. I'm slightly shocked, and I'm starting to believe that Takka is all shiny but no substance.
We find only one other place which sells fabrics, eventually, Graham puts me out of my misery and tells me that once a week, a bountiful market appears in the city centre and there everyone gets enough supplies to get through the week.
" We live in a valley, there isn't much agricultural field to supply for the city and Meza. Most of our supplies come from the surrounding cities. Takka is the capital of Takkara and it holds mostly political significance. Timeea is the leader of the High Council. As you can see most of the inhabitants in the city are either workers or political representatives for the cities in the District," He takes a deep breath, only to give me a sly smile.
" Why didn't you say anything? For a minute there I thought that they were out to get us," I laugh at my silliness, but Mason doesn't seem as convinced as I am by the innocuous city.
Encountering Timeea has left me with a sense of wariness that I can't quite shake. Her insistence for us to attend the damn ball was what put me on the edge.
We spend the rest of the day wandering the city and marveling at the towering buildings, with square pillars that seem carved out of granite. And the maestry of how well metal and stone blend together, in intricate patterns and writing that dazzles the eye.