Slave Trader

Rem took a bite, and a cool, rich sweetness spread across his tongue.

It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before. He had expected something overly sweet, but it was surprisingly light, with just the right amount of creaminess.

He nodded in approval before continuing his walk, the cup in hand.

Unbeknownst to him, a pair of sharp eyes had been watching his every move.

Selene smirked from a distance, leaning casually against a wooden post with her arms crossed.

She was still tailing him, intrigued by how easily he brushed off something that had sent most people running.

Making the local seer nearly faint in fear was no small feat. It made her wonder — just what kind of future could the elf have peered into?

And why did she… feel drawn to him?

She tilted her head slightly, watching as Rem navigated the crowd effortlessly, his presence commanding attention despite the fact that he wasn't actively trying to stand out.