"Why won't anyone talk?" Elias grumbled in frustration as he took a bite out of his honey-dipped lamb dough which he later found out to be called lamb-bites.
Elias had been going from shop to stall, asking everyone he could about the flares situation, but no one would talk, and those that did had nothing tangible to say or they would make up some obviously false facts just so he could buy the wares they sold.
A little boy walked up to Elias, his eyes wide and imploring. "Good sir, can you please spare this hungry child something to eat? I haven't eaten in days" he begged, his voice small and trembling
Elias, taken aback, reached into his pack and pulled out a lamb bite, handing it to the boy without hesitation. The boy's face lit up with a smile of pure contentment. Before Elias could react, the boy threw his arms around him in a grateful hug.
