The mist of the Market clung to them like cool silk as they left Vex's stall behind, planning to return some time in the future if any of them wanted to purchase something.
The air shimmered faintly, alive with scents of mana, ozone, and things that had never existed in the mortal realm. The streets twisted softly as they walked with Lilian guiding them further.
The three of them walked side by side through the ghost-lit lanes, their reflections fractured in the pale sheen of the ground. The crowd had thickened, probably as it reached peak traffic hours, and they could spot a variety of people, from a variety of races, moving around, handling their own business calmly.
Lilian's crimson eyes glowed faintly under the double moons above, her smile light, her demeanor confident. "You see?" she said, gesturing to the market around them, "Vex might be depressing, but her wares are the best introduction to the Isles' economy, surreal, ethically questionable, and utterly irresistible."
