The gentle light of the sun vanishing behind the horizon fell on Aimar's face, giving him an ethereal look.
His hair, which he had cut short, swayed in the wind as he walked in the bazaar which was two cities away from the church headquarters.
"Sir, would you like remaining body parts of the old race?"
"Have no fear, take this medicine and become a beast in bed!"
"Find the best silk dress in the world made by the best tailor!"
The shouts and persuasion of the shop owners rang in his ears.
Some of them were scams, some authentic, but mostly counterfeit.
Aimar silently looked around the place with his hands in his pockets. His golden eyes scanned through the items silently.
He paused when he saw a wine-colored gown that was backless.
Aimar walked closer and touched the fabric as he thought to himself.
'This will look really good on Elise…'
As he was debating whether he should buy the dress or not, a person walked by his side.
