Elias, Margo, and Sarah wandered through the quaint, bustling village of Morin, a place nestled between rolling hills and a winding river that sparkled under the afternoon sun. They had stumbled upon the village by chance, deciding to rest and gather supplies before continuing their journey. The village was alive with activity, filled with lively music, the scent of roasting meats, and cheerful chatter of villagers preparing for an upcoming harvest festival.
Elias scanned the bustling marketplace, taking in the colorful stalls overflowing with fresh produce, handmade crafts, and all sorts of peculiar items. He was about to suggest they stock up on essentials when a loud, grating voice caught their attention.
