After stopping by the food markets to purchase bread and fruits, Percival filled his belly as he walked away from the clamor of the city center.
Depriving himself of sleep was one thing, but he would not dare deprive himself of food.
He needed his strength for what he was set to do.
Soon enough, as his trek continued, the dense architecture of Luvengart, with its smoking chimneys and crowded weapon stalls, slowly gave way to the outskirts.
With not too many eyes to stare now, Percival summoned Argus and guided the horse deeper into the less-civilized area of the city.
The noise of people faded, and the rustling of dry stalks and the whistling of the wind took over.
The landscape here was sparse. From what Percival's eyes could see, it was mere farmland after farmland; vast stretches of green that looked half-abandoned.
