Through the bustling streets of the city, he walked with his familiars following right alongside him. As always, the many streetside vendors attempted to peddle their wares tirelessly–
"Fine jewels! The finest in Galios!"
"Try our new spiced wyvern! Tough, but packed with flavor!"
"Need a weapon? It doesn't matter if you're an adventurer, or just defending your homestead! The sharpest and the best are here!"
Though he did his best to ignore the merchants, he found himself directly confronted by one such, who intercepted his path:
"You! You're a Heavenly King, aren't you?!" The short, stocky vendor with a scratchy beard asked enthusiastically.
Gael tried to keep moving, "Look, I'm not interested in buying–"
"Buying?! I wouldn't dream of taking your gold, my lord!" The merchant assured, moving frantically as he picked up an object from his table of wares.
Matteo stepped in, "Listen, if the Boss doesn't want to be stopped, then you'd best get out of his way."
