As they conversed, the ox cart slowly approached the large restaurant that Asher had mentioned. He signaled for Wyatt to halt, steadied Ewan on the wooden cart, and hopped down to the ground.
The grand establishments in this bustling district always had greeters stationed at their doors to welcome passing patrons. The warm glow of lanterns cascaded onto the street, mingling with the mouth-watering aroma wafting from the kitchens inside.
Spotting a rustic ox cart suddenly pulling up to the entrance, a neatly dressed attendant hurried over, beaming a customary greeting. However, upon glancing up and closely inspecting the face of the newcomer, realizing it was Asher, the attendant momentarily froze. Then, he let out a genuine laugh, the familiar chuckle of business acquaintances rather than the artificial, ingratiating smile used to bait customers just moments before: "Asher, is that you? It has been ages! Where have you been hiding lately?"
