[Velresh City]
The cobblestone streets of Velresh stretched endlessly before Verion, bustling with the energy of midday commerce.
Merchants hollered from their stalls, children darted between legs, and the aroma of roasted meats and spiced ale wafted through the crisp air.
Luke walked beside Verion, his hands clasped casually behind his head. "Are you sure it's okay to leave Zhang Liang like that?" he asked, his tone half-joking but laced with genuine curiosity.
Verion didn't bother to glance at him. "I couldn't care less about some trash."
His gaze shifted to Jorik, who was trailing them silently. "That guy," Verion gestured lazily, "is he your subordinate or something?"
Luke scratched his head awkwardly, his grin faltering. "Uh… yeah, something like that."
"Hmm," Verion muttered, his interest already waning. His steps quickened as he turned to Luke. "Take me to the best place to eat in this city. I'm starving."
