The market was busier than usual, filled with people preparing for some local festival Jorghan hadn't paid attention to.
He moved through the crowds efficiently, purchasing bread, dried meat, fruit, and some herbs that would help with healing. The vendors knew him by sight now—the quiet foreigner who always paid fair prices and never haggled.
He was back within twenty minutes, his arms full of supplies.
He thought about the young man and his uncle. During his youth in the previous world, he hadn't met his uncle's family even once. He didn't remember his father mentioning them, so he wasn't aware of the cousins he now met.
Obviously, they wouldn't know him. But it was kind of new, these emotions he was feeling; he can't help it.
His mind was already making plans to make use of the cousin at his disposal to make his uncle's life hell as much as possible.
As he approached his house, something felt wrong.
His gaze was quickly drawn to the main entrance.
