Jaxon walked along the inner street, his eyes moving from one stall to another. Vendors were selling street food, small crafts, and simple goods laid neatly on wooden tables. A few open dining areas lined the road, with people quietly eating and talking.
There weren't that many people, but the setup felt oddly familiar. Almost normal. Like a piece of the old world, quietly placed inside the safe zone.
The smell of cooked food drifted through the air. Warm steam rose from grills and pots. Compared to the cold tension outside the walls, this place felt calm.
"Follow close," Thomas said in causal tone as he walked beside him. "I know a good place. Best food in this block."
They walked a short distance before stopping in front of a small ramen shop tucked between two supply stores.
As soon as they stepped in, an old man behind the counter looked up. "Welcome… oh. It's you, Thomas."
