As he continued on the pathway, individuals argued with street vendors, cheap knights filled the area, ones that are probably not that much stronger than the weakest cadets the course has to offer, had cheap chainmail armour as well.
"You look like you're trying to get something to eat!" One vendor yelled in Zylus's direction, but he shrugged them off. "Come on! A nice meaty meal, what do you say?"
"No, thank you." Zylus walked past where his bar was placed; the aroma felt smoky coming off the vendor's cooking pan in the back.
One of the knights, much less 'security', walked past Zylus, their gazes met, tightly.
"There it is," Zylus whispered, walking to the far right where a street vendor selling clothes that looked refurbished was located.
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"Hello, good-looking young man!" A woman came out of the shop to greet him, "You look like you need something to wear on a date!"
"How'd you know-?"
"Don't worry about me for now," she cut him off, "but worry more about yourself."
