Astro Black Market

Beorn, followed closely by Nyxander, stepped out of the shop and into the bustling heart of the district. The once cold, crisp air had long since faded, replaced by the oppressive weight of afternoon heat. Daylight streamed down relentlessly, bathing the streets in a golden hue, reflecting off metallic surfaces, and casting long, wavering shadows beneath hurried footsteps. Compared to when they had first entered, the district now throbbed with even greater intensity, a chaotic dance of merchants hawking their wares, customers bargaining in eager, sharp tones, and the ever-present murmur of countless overlapping conversations.