The East Region buzzed with activity as the faction's market stalls took shape, their vibrant displays drawing the eyes of about forty curious onlookers. Seizing the moment, local vendors from the faction set up their stalls nearby, offering everything from monster meat and abundant seafood to canned goods, milk, rice, grains, and even freshly baked bread. The air hummed with the promise of commerce, a stark contrast to the region's usual desolation.
"Hey, Mom, can we check out what they're selling?" a boy of about ten asked, his eyes wide with excitement as he tugged at his mother's sleeve. From their vantage point, he could see treats he hadn't tasted in months.
His mother hesitated, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, who were also staring around, 'Everyone seemed to be waiting for someone else to make the first move.' "Mummy, please!" the boy pressed, his voice cutting through her thoughts.
She sighed, about to scold him, when a man stepped forward.
"Nate?" she called.
