章 107: Scheming

The market square of Toraz was bustling with its usual activity: merchants shouting their wares, the scent of exotic spices mixing with the aroma of freshly baked bread, and the chatter of townsfolk discussing the latest news.

Vanyr wandered through the streets, seemingly aimless but with a deep-seated purpose lurking beneath his casual demeanor.

He clutched a small bottle of water, its cool surface slick with condensation, a reminder of his recent encounter with the massive Warthog that had unexpectedly calmed before he needed to use it.

As he passed by a vendor selling colorful fabrics, his thoughts drifted back to his family and the pressing matter of securing his position.

"If I take control of the fries stand, I'll be the one chosen for the viscount position, not my brother," he muttered to himself, a determined edge to his voice.

The fries stand was more than just a source of food; it was a hub of power and influence in Toraz.