The city was an unexpected oasis amidst the vast expanse of sand. Tall, sandstone buildings with intricately carved facades rose from the ground, their windows draped with colorful fabrics that fluttered in the warm breeze.
Leon landed just outside the city gates and made his way inside, blending seamlessly with the crowd. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the lively market stalls and the cheerful chatter of the townsfolk. The streets were filled with people, vendors calling out their wares, and the rich aroma of spices wafting through the air.
He found a small tavern nestled between two larger buildings and pushed open the door, the cool interior a welcome relief from the desert sun.
Inside, the tavern was dimly lit, with wooden tables scattered about and a bar at the far end. The smell of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air, and Leon's stomach growled in response. He approached the bar and took a seat, the bartender giving him a nod of acknowledgment.
