The marketplace still buzzed with evening warmth—the smell of grilled meat, sweet fruit, and wood smoke drifting lazily across the lively stalls.
Druvarn, once again back in his plush bear form, waddled happily between food vendors with Rue and Rina flanking him like two tiny guardians.
They didn't need money to buy anything in the village because the stall owners had nothing to ask for in exchange. Not yet, at least.
It was all preparation for when this place would officially be a city.
At that time, the usage of money would begin.
At least for those people who weren't from the inner district.
The inner district, where the first 200 people resided, was free. No one living there would need to buy or sell anything.
They would continue living as they were now, cooking in one place and helping each other out in one way or another.
Druvarn, however, didn't care about it. He held a skewer in each stubby paw.
The children each held a skewer, too.
