The midday sun bathed the outer district in gold as Aamir, Sheela, and Seema approached the gates of the Jovharan Market, Aryavrata's largest hunter-run trade zone. The clamor of bartering voices, the scent of spices, oils, and sweat mixed in the air, creating a chaotic but oddly rhythmic energy.
As they reached the entrance, a stern-looking gatekeeper blocked their path with an outstretched hand. His armor bore the crest of the Market Wardens, and a spear rested in his other hand.
"Stop. Hunter badge?" he asked sharply, his eyes falling on Aamir.
Before Aamir could respond, Sam stepped forward hastily.
"He's with me," Sam said. "He wants to become a hunter. I brought him here for registration."
The gatekeeper narrowed his eyes suspiciously, then looked at Sheela and Seema.
"And them?"
"They want to register too." Sam replied, trying to stay calm.
The gatekeeper hesitated, then grunted. "Fine. Go in."
But just as they began to step through the gate, a loud smack echoed.
