As Azriel walked into the village, he didn't bother covering his head with the robe, strolling in casually instead. The village appeared no different from any other—familiar people, typical buildings, and the usual goods. Eventually, he found himself wandering through a lively bazaar.
Casually browsing through dozens of stalls, Azriel paused before one selling exotic fruits. He picked up a strangely shaped pink banana and inspected it curiously.
"That's twenty-five brown coppers. Pay up or put it back," the old woman behind the stall suddenly barked in a grumpy tone.
Azriel recoiled dramatically, clutching his chest as if he'd just been struck by an arrow, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Twenty-five brown coppers!? What is this—am I paying additional taxes? This is daylight robbery, I say!"
"Huh? Listen here, you spoiled brat—either pay for the mango or scram!"
Azriel froze.
Mango?
This thing... was a mango?
For a brief moment, his understanding of food shattered.
