Bab 385: Market Quarter

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city of Ravenfell, illuminating its cobblestoned streets and the bustling activity of its residents.

The air was intermixed with the scent of fresh bread, and exotic spices, as well as the faint smoke wafting from the chimneys of the various houses.

Birds chirped melodiously, however, their voices were drowned by the endless cawing of ravens. For a newcomer such as Adam, such a phenomenon was surely a distressing experience.

However, the rest of the residents had already grown used to it. It was to the point that they found it strange whenever they visited other places and didn't hear the constant cries of ravens

With a frown on his face, the youth gazed at the countless ravens perched upon buildings and trees. "This is going to take some time to get used to."