The Market town in the Draken Duchy was quite as it still 6 in the morning and most of the shopehas yet to open.
But the people has started to wake up and some of them were living their house to work or to open their shops.
Click—!
...And just like that, An old man in his sixty also leave his house while locking the door and started to walked towards the centre plaza.
The old man's name was Geldar, a retired blacksmith who had once been renowned throughout the Draken Duchy for crafting blades sturdy enough to cut through enchanted steel.
His broad shoulders had rounded with age, and his hands, though calloused and steady, trembled slightly from years of wielding hammer and flame.
Still, every morning without fail, Geldar would rise before the sun and take the same quiet stroll through the market town toward the central plaza.
It wasn't out of necessity. He didn't have a shop to run anymore.
