The air at the antique fair buzzed with excitement and chatter as Jack and Sherry strolled through the winding paths lined with stalls brimming with history. The warm sunlight filtered through colorful awnings, casting shifting patterns on the ground. Jack adjusted his bag, the faint weight of the Mariten poem tucked safely within, while Sherry walked beside him, her heels clicking softly against the cobblestones.
Sherry glanced at Jack, her lips curving into a slight smile. "So, you came here to make connections, right?" she asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
Jack nodded. "Yeah, that's the plan. I've already found a treasure today, though," he said, patting the bag. "But connections could be just as valuable."
Sherry chuckled. "Then there's someone you absolutely need to meet. Culture Director Gorje."
Jack tilted his head. "Culture Director? Sounds important."