It had been a hard day at work for Reuben. With a noble from the Second Ring opening a shop near him, it has been hard to get customers.
And it wasn't like the things he sold were bad, no, they were of a quite high quality.
He took one of the apples he was selling, digging in. It had been a while since he had last eaten one. He was lucky to sign a contract with someone from the outskirts to supply him with stuff like this.
If he remembered correctly, monsters started to roam around in the wastelands, leaving their homes empty, and since inside those zones, time still worked, the people from the outskirts moved quickly. That was how he had ended up with apples, cooked meat, and many others.
