Under the brilliant, golden embrace of the daylight, Nyxander strode purposefully through the bustling walkway, his figure blending seamlessly into the chaotic dance of merchants, customers, and street performers. His destination was Miss Bertha's restaurant, a cornerstone of the market's vibrancy. Though his original trio of SSA members no longer worked there, his curiosity about their performance remained.
Miss Bertha welcomed him with a warm smile, her seasoned eyes crinkling at the corners. "They did well," she began, her voice carrying the weight of both praise and criticism. "Their work ethic was commendable, but their mouths…" she trailed off, a sigh escaping her lips. "Their manner of speaking and addressing issues left much to be desired. The foul language, they need to learn some restraint."
