The market was loud, overflowing with color and noise. Merchants were all over the place, calling out prices to different items, children darted through the crowd with sticky fingers, and somewhere nearby a man was getting beat up by around a dozen other men. He'd assaulted a lady.
Raiden trailed behind Miss Hilda for a while, trying his best to look patient. She was deep in conversation with an herb seller, arguing about the difference between "fresh sprigs" and "half-dried weeds."
But Raiden's mind wasn't on herbs. It was on the glowing blue screen that still hovered faintly at the edge of his vision.
[Mission Progress: 40%]
It mocked him. He needed more. He wanted to see what kind of reward the system had hidden behind this mission, and watching Miss Hilda haggle wasn't going to get him anywhere.
He glanced up at her, then at the stall beside her, then the narrow alley just a few steps away. Nobody was looking at him.
"Perfect."
