The Guild courtyard had been transformed.
What was normally a formal, austere space—all marble tiles and pristine stonework—now looked like the street market had picked itself up and moved wholesale into the upper district. Forty carts lined the perimeter and filled the central area, each one a splash of color and life against the Guild's elegant backdrop.
The egg bread vendor's cart with its hand-stamped boxes. The dumpling station with steamers sending fragrant clouds into the air. A skewer cart with a small grill producing perfect char marks. The molten cheese pancake stand—the one where Marron had achieved a 47cm cheese pull—was already drawing a crowd of curious onlookers.
And in the corner, distinctive with its white paint and gold accents, Millie's moon cake cart glowed softly in the afternoon sun, paper lanterns swaying gently in the breeze.
