As they meandered through the bustling market, Liam and Layla made their way to the shop where Liam had previously purchased the contract.
The marketplace was alive with the noise of vendors calling out to passersby and the muted conversations of shoppers.
Layla's eyes moved with curiosity, her attention snagged by a particular stall adorned with an array of accessories. Pendants, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and an assortment of other trinkets glittered under the soft glow of the ambient lighting.
Noticing their approach, the peddler's eyes brightened, especially as he recognized Liam. News of the recent events in the arena had rapidly spread through the city, and Liam's face had become somewhat known.
With a respectful dip of his head and a broad, welcoming smile, the peddler greeted them, "Welcome, Sir Liam, and to the beautiful young lady. What might you be searching for on this fine day?"
