City

The Nottingham street bustled with energy as Wolfgang strolled leisurely, a half-eaten bread in his hand. Around him, vendors loudly advertised their goods, from colorful textiles to jars of dried fruits and stacks of cookware. 

The vibrant market was no less crowded than London, but the stark difference lay in its patrons—Nottingham's streets teemed mostly with the middle and lower classes.

As Wolfgang chewed, he caught sight of a knick-knack shop through the glass display to his left. 

It reminded him of last night's trip to the trader's shop with Maverick and Russell. Curious, he stopped and leaned closer to the showcase, his bread still in hand.

"Wolfgang!" a sharp voice cut through the noise of the crowd.

Wolfgang flinched and turned, spotting Russell standing in the middle of the street, his arms crossed, irritation clear on his face. Beside him stood Gordon, a faint smirk playing on his lips.