Illya pulled Fyar's hand, leading him away from the rowdy arena. They entered a more crowded street, moving with the flow of people.
The place was packed with dozens of wooden stalls with striped awnings on both sides. Vendors shouted out their wares.
The air was heavy and warm. Grill smoke billowed, carrying the aroma of sweet foods like chocolate, toasted bread, and fatty grilled meat. Some stalls were even selling hunted monster meat. The smoke was slightly different. It made Fyar curious about the taste.
Illya acted as the guide. She pulled Fyar past the ordinary satay and grilled meat stalls.
Fyar pointed to one of the stalls selling monster meat. "Illya, it looks like that..."
But Illya didn't hear him. Her eyes were focused, scanning the line of stalls, searching for something specific.
"Not this one. Not this one," she muttered. "Ah, there it is!"
