'It's a lot busier out here than I expected for this time of day,' Hajin thought, looking at the crowded streets stretching out ahead of them.
The sun was sitting high in the sky, washing the entire city in a bright, warm light that made the white buildings of the capital look almost blinding.
It was right around noon, and the morning rush of traders, adventurers, and commoners was in full swing, filling the air with the constant noise of shouting voices, clattering carriage wheels, and the smell of street food.
Juna walked beside him, her ears twitching at every loud sound and her hands tucked into her pockets as she navigated through the crowd. She hadn't said much since they left the inn, her expression still a little tense as she kept glancing at him like he might suddenly tip over again.
"I'm fine, Juna," he said, dodging a merchant carrying a stack of crates. "You can stop staring at me like with such sad eyes."
