Emily's face lit up in wonder as she and Damien entered the city of Dhon. As always, it was buzzing with life. Damien made sure to hold her hand as they walked, and she seemed entranced by the wares showcased by the sellers.
Dhon was often referred to as the trade capital, not solely because of the huge number of nobles residing there, but also due to the merchants. The competition among merchants to sell their goods was stiff.
They lined the street, throwing themselves at anyone and everyone.
'They were no better than whores.' Damien often thought.
They lacked finesse and grace, with no business sense whatsoever.
They always amused Damien; it was as if they were inviting their market to be stolen right from under them. The only reason he hadn't done it already was that it meant stepping on the nobles' toes.
