A Talk On The Street…

In a night market in a faraway universe, the atmosphere was surprisingly quiet.

The reason for this was of course everyone's panic.

For two days straight, a series of flashing lights and rumblings of thunder could be witnessed from the sky to the far north.

Needless to say, the people saw it as a bad omen and most refused to come out of their homes.

It made living as a simple stall vendor very difficult.

Supernatural calamity or not, a man still had to eat!

A lone vendor looked down at his wares and contemplated the irony of having such treasures but being unable to eat them.

"Hahhh… I wonder if I'm going to starve again today."

"Sjaadur ve?"

The man almost jolted out of his skin when he heard a strange language come from the front of his cart.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he saw a pale woman covered in blood and riddled with wounds.

There was even a sword sticking out of her back…