"I'll be the one to talk to them; you can learn from it," Rizki insisted, his voice carrying conviction, as Eva rode behind him on the horse.
With purposeful strides, Rizki guided them towards their destination, where the bustling marketplace beckoned, promising a sensory feast of vibrant sights and tempting aromas. The path before them seemed to come alive with anticipation, the air filled with the tantalizing scents of exotic spices and the distant sounds of haggling merchants. Rizki, ever the adaptable one, transformed himself into the guise of a seasoned middle-aged merchant, his attire mirroring that of the locals. With a self-assured smile, he announced, "This will suffice!"
