Haven City was alive with noise.
The marketplace was crowded, filled with merchants shouting over one another, selling everything from exotic spices to stolen relics.
People moved through the narrow streets in clusters. "Hey, you … don't touch my goods if you ain't buying." A market woman said, her hands on her waist.
The lady she was addressing seemed like a begger and might not be able to afford food or goods at all.
But, the lady surprised the woman, "here, have this." She handed her a note, "you think I can't afford them?"
The woman swallowed hard, but still her stern expression didn't fade. She did the otherwise, "go find another seller, it might be a stolen money." The woman spat.
That was the pitch of it all, the lady stared straight at her and almost bounced on her.
But then, the bell rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The sound cut through the noise like a blade, and the city changed.
The shouting stopped. The laughter faded and silence crept in.
