Asher walked through the cobbled streets of the town, his arm linked with the Judge's. He kept their pace slow, glancing around at the buildings, his posture relaxed but eyes sharp. The town was picturesque—almost unnaturally so. Rows of immaculate stone buildings, each adorned with vibrant awnings, framed the bustling streets. Flower boxes hung from every window, spilling with blooms that seemed just a shade too bright, too perfect. Lanterns lined the pathways, casting a warm glow over the polished cobblestones even though the sun was still high in the sky. It felt like a scene crafted carefully for an audience.