"Come take a walk with me," Ethan Smith said.
"Sure," Salena Carpenter nodded and accompanied Ethan Smith out of the inn.
This city, called Quiet Wind City, though its name suggested tranquility, was in fact bustling with life and activity, vibrant and lively.
At the center of the city was a large trading market, the most prosperous area here. Every day, countless merchants and adventurers engaged in the exchange of rare treasures and resources in this marketplace.
Ethan Smith and Salena Carpenter walked toward the trading market, weaving between the many stalls, searching for anything of value.
Suddenly, Ethan's gaze locked onto one of the stalls. He walked over and stared at a peculiar stone on display.
The stone was roughly the size of a fist, pale yellow in color, with strange, unique patterns on its surface.
"This is..." A flicker of surprise flashed through Ethan's eyes.