Ren paced down the street, his gaze drifting over the crowded marketplace. For some reason, Enzo had suggested an outing—with everyone.
Neither Zayden nor Ren had asked why.
Perhaps Enzo simply wanted to look around.
Eiran had tagged along as well, claiming he would be bored at home alone and that he needed to buy something.
Zayden had asked him what it was, but the boy only turned his head away, as if that alone would make the man stop talking.
Yet somehow, it worked. Zayden didn't press the matter any further.
"Ren, look at this," Enzo said, pointing toward a hillay.
The silver-haired man followed Enzo's finger, trying to figure out what exactly his friend was so excited about.
"Don't tell me you have never seen one," Enzo gasped, planting his cane firmly against the ground.
