Baros, along with Spark, Alice, and Zhao Shi, rode in a carriage rolling across the city's bustling streets. The clatter of hooves and the creaking of wooden wheels melded with the lively clatter outside.
Merchants showed their wares, their voices rising above the chatter of pedestrians and the occasional neigh of a horse. The scent of street food wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of fresh produce from the nearby market stalls.
When a sudden loud noise grabbed Alice's attention, and she peeked outside the window, her golden pigtails bouncing with curiosity.
"Father, what was that sound?" she asked, her eyes wide as she stared in the direction of the noise.
"Just some people enjoying their meal," Spark replied casually, leaning back in the carriage. "You could have waited for them to leave the restaurant."
"I could not hold back," Baros said, a hint of sheepishness in his voice.
