Tiana Weiss

Seth kept walking through the middle ring of the city, his footsteps leading him to the market. He could see an increase in Necros’s people all around, probably because of all the things that kept getting stolen from his vault.

He ignored the atmosphere as he browsed the various stalls, but found nothing that attracted his sight. There were mostly different food ingredients, plants, ores, clothes, and other stuff like that. Not only he didn’t have any interest in them, but he could also create most of them himself.

He noticed a minor argument at one stall when he was about to leave. Arguments were common in the marketplace, but this one attracted his attention because one participant was a kid, no older than 10, fighting over a gold coin with one of the guards.

Making his way there, he walked to the two and asked: “What is the problem?”