Irys smiled a hint of nostalgia in her voice, "Yes, of course. Well, most of our entertainment was centered around combat and its many forms."
Liam almost wanted to ask why she'd expect anything romantic from him, given her warrior background. But he refrained, choosing instead, "You mentioned a younger brother? How old is he?"
Irys smiled, a fondness evident in her eyes, "He just turned six. He's quite a handful, always getting into some mischief or another. Do you have any siblings?"
They continued wandering through the maze of the market. Stalls illuminated by colorful lanterns showcased myriad goods: textiles with intricate patterns, handcrafted trinkets that shimmered under the lights, and an assortment of foods sizzling away, the aromas wafting invitingly.
