After leaving the dark corners of the Red Thread, Adam arrived back at the city's more bustling streets.
The deathmatches had finished, and the streets looked alive with vendors selling their goods and people going about their daily lives.
Carriages, pulled by rugged-looking humans, rolled down the cobblestone streets, carrying both passengers and goods to and from various destinations.
A slight disturbance suddenly happened in the crowd, and a bronze-skinned kid with curly hair ran away from the commotion, clutching a small leather pouch tightly in his hand.
He was immediately followed by a group of angry-looking men who had already had their knives pulled out.
The commotion lasted for a second, and after they had already run further away, the crowd's interest faded away, and they returned to their conversations and activities.
