The Necro Market had been open for just over a week, and it already felt like it had a heartbeat of its own, pulsing with the ebb and flow of footsteps and conversation. Seven days of steady traffic had turned the once-quiet commercial floor into a living, shifting maze of voices, smells, and clinking coin.
Beastkin from nearby territories mingled with traveling traders, their reasons for coming blurring together once the scent of sizzling meat and sweet juice pulled them toward the canteen. A young harefolk boy clutched his father's sleeve, pointing excitedly at a display of carved wooden animals, while two older lupen debated whether to buy a puzzle or spend the coins on another round of burgers.
A pair of lupen merchants leaned over a table, burgers in hand, talking with their mouths full.
"You ever tried this before?" one asked between bites, leaning forward to keep grease from dripping on his tunic.
