The Simmering Broth
Hex found the shop in the high end of the market district. Despite the late hour, and the expensive prices, quite a lot of people moved in and out the street. Based on the clothes and mannerism, or better, the several varieties of them, Hex believed them to be foreigners.
The inside of the shop surprised him. He had expected a messy display of packed tables, shouts and cries, a disarray of hurrying waiters…basically a place he would rather avoid. Instead, he found himself in a nicely-decorated, clean and orderly shop.
"Sir, can I help you?" A beautiful girl, he guessed his age, approached him. Her smile and eyes sparkled, improving his mood at once. Her hair, tucked behind her ears and rolled over her shoulders. Aside from one strand. That one hung just at the side of her eye, begging to be placed behind the ear, just like the others.
