บท 500: Friend Or Foe —1

In the bustling market square, Soma, one of Prince Aldric's staff, navigated through the throngs of Fae, her arms laden with bags filled with various supplies and provisions. As she made her way through the crowded streets, the weight of her burden pulling at her arms, disaster struck.

With a sudden tear, one of the flimsy plastic bags she was carrying split open, sending its contents tumbling to the ground in a chaotic cascade. Soma let out an aggravated growl of frustration, her brows furrowing as she surveyed the mess at her feet. How was she supposed to gather everything back up and salvage the ruined bag?

Just as Soma began to bend down to collect the scattered items, a voice broke through the din of the market. "Need a hand?"