A single flickering gas lamp illuminated a weathered wooden sign that proclaimed it to be "The Wandering Wok."
Through the large front windows, Noah could see the warm glow of fairy lights casting a soft, inviting light on the interior. The sound of rhythmic chopping and sizzling filled the air, promising a culinary experience far removed from the generic chain restaurants.
A sense of anticipation bubbled in Noah's stomach. This place should be perfect to end today adventure.
Pushing open the weathered door of The Wandering Wok, Noah and Lilith were greeted by a wave of warmth and enticing aromas. Fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting a soft glow on the cozy interior. The rhythmic chopping and sizzling sounds from before intensified, a symphony of culinary creation.
