This jar of cherry jam, hurled from above, was made with rich ingredients. After the glass jar shattered, its intense sweet aroma briefly overshadowed the sweaty odor of the gathered crowd.
At the corner of the alley, a large crowd had gathered, right beside a small pink-painted house.
A young blonde woman in pajamas stood on the flower-decked rooftop terrace, looking down. Her soft shoulder curves were barely concealed beneath the ruffles of her tight corset. She grabbed a flower pot, ready to throw it down.
Geralt was also someone who enjoyed watching a commotion, but sitting atop Roach, he couldn't see over the crowd to discern what was going on inside.
He only heard the young Demon Hunter beside him making clucking sounds of interest, growing increasingly anxious.
Lann, with his physique and that of the Qilin, could clearly see the situation within the crowd.
