Nero's original goal had always been to tour the city.
And what better place to start than a market?
As for Lyon's errand? Well, that could wait. The package was securely resting in Master Theo's hands so he was not worried.
Some would say a market is a reflection of economic status. Goods and items being sold, price fluctuations, and of course, the faces of the people within it.
Nero slowly looked around.
The faces were... quite the sight.
Fear? Despondence? Sprinkled in with a bit of ambient frustration. A soft crease in the brow that persisted on the face of many— a clear indication that times were hard.
Nero turned to Master Theo who seemed rather used to the bustling atmosphere.
"Looks like you've been here a thousand times," Nero said.
Master Theo adjusted the drape of his coat and gave a small, knowing huff. "Aye. The place doesn't change much. Still the same old thing"
