As the sun set, the sky transformed into hues of orange and purple. People began lighting the softly glowing stones along the streets, creating a tranquil and magical atmosphere. The aroma of local cuisine wafted from the row of houses, stimulating appetites and adding a warm touch to the evening.
In the plaza near the shimmering fountain bathed in the twilight, five figures remained gathered. Two of them were seated on a stone bench, while the others stood. Johan and his companions looked serious as they listened to Takeshi recount the unpleasant incident they had encountered at the forge.
Takeshi, with a slightly awkward expression, explained, "One of the blacksmiths was offended when I commented on his work. It led to a small fight."
Yumi, her face flushed with anger, raised her hand in the air. "Oh my God, just because of that? Seriously!?"
Takeshi and the two soldiers accompanying him quickly turned away, embarrassed by Yumi's anger.
