The midday sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden glow over the peaceful town. A light breeze drifted through the streets, carrying the scent of fresh bread and blooming flowers. Ban strolled along the cobbled paths, hands in his pockets, enjoying the rare moment of quiet. It wasn’t often he got time to himself—away from the chaos of his team, the bickering, the battles.

For once, there was no trouble, no urgent mission, no one yelling at him to stop stealing food. Just the sound of distant chatter, the clinking of a blacksmith’s hammer, and the occasional laugh of a passing child. He smirked slightly at the warmth of it all. Towns like this—simple, untouched by war or greed—were rare.

He paused by a small fountain in the town square, watching as the crystal-clear water danced under the sunlight. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, letting himself relax.

"Man, I could get used to this," he murmured, rolling his shoulders.

A baker’s stall caught his eye, the scent of freshly baked apple tarts teasing his senses. His smirk widened. Maybe a little snack wouldn’t hurt. After all, what was a peaceful walk without a little indulgence?