In the midst of a bustling market, a man in his twenties stood in front of a food stall, he looked striking with his golden hair shining under the hot sun, a stark contrast to the mostly dark-skinned market visitors. His eyes were a clear blue, similar to the color of a bright summer sky, conveying a warmth and sharpness that was hard to ignore behind his gaze.
The long robe that wrapped his body gently waved as the breeze passed through the gaps in the market.
His long, slender hands held a small leather bag that was full with spices.
However, the man's attention was diverted when a loud voice sounded from the silence, breaking the harmony of the voices of the markets, the busy merchants calling for everyone that walks in the market, trying to find a new shopper.
Harl turned his head with furrowed brows, his steps stopping in the middle of the market.
