‘With the coming and going of many priests and paladins, a proper temple will be built soon.’
“Where is Weed?”
Hon scanned the area near the Tower of Light. Finding a specific user was difficult since there were too many tourists there, under the dusky night of Morata. Billeo pointed a finger at one point.
“What is that thing over there?”
What the torches were revealing was something unusual. People were standing in line, waiting to buy something to eat.
“Let’s go see.”
Hon, Billeo, and others who were flying in the sky, landed near that place. An enormous banner that was hung in a prominent place was showing the food menu.
“Look at that.”
“Huh?” Dragon soup: 120 gold.