"Where is this?"
Hex stared at the bustling crowd before him. Leaning on a crutch, he moved slowly through the multiple stalls and tents, offering food, drinks, and other entertainment. The rich aroma filled his nostrils.
No one paid particular attention to him, as there were many with crutches and bandages in the crowd. Hex even saw people lacking limbs or laid flat out on stretches who sipped wine through hollow stalks of some plant.
"This is one of the changes made to the market district." Althea accompanied him on his first walk out of the infirmary so she could explain such changes.
Despite his immense trust in Althea, Hex struggled to match the bustling scene with the blood-and-smoke-filled scenes in his memory. Only the distant high walls remained the same. E
'Even the sky is bright and clear.' The warmth of sunlight on his skin under the clear sky rejuvenated his tired mind.
