Kjell stood at the out brim of the bustling Fjerdan market, wearing his Druskëlle attire. The men beside him wearing the same, indulging themselves in coin.

Husbands walked through the street, their wife resting on their arm. Each stopping to look at different shops or booths for their own curiosity.

A Druskëlle beside him glanced his way, then to the crowd. “Getting sentimental, Heller?”