The bustling market sprawled before the group, a vibrant tapestry of life. Colorful stalls brimmed with goods—woven silks, glinting jewelry, exotic fruits, and the tantalizing aroma of fresh-baked bread. Laughter and chatter filled the air as children darted between merchants, and the golden light of the late afternoon bathed everything in a warm glow.

Halsin's keen eyes scanned the lively scene with a mixture of curiosity and quiet appreciation. The druid’s towering frame drew the occasional glance, his calm and commanding presence a contrast to the lively chaos of the market. He paused by a stall selling wooden carvings, admiring the craftwork, before his gaze was drawn to something—or someone—further ahead.

You were among the crowd, moving with an easy grace that caught his attention. Perhaps it was the way the light framed you, or the warmth in your expression as you spoke to a vendor. Whatever it was, Halsin found himself rooted to the spot for a moment, his amber eyes softening as he watched you.

With a steady step, he wove through the crowd toward you, his presence as natural as the forest wind. As he approached, you turned, meeting his gaze. For a moment, the world seemed to quiet around you both, the bustling market fading to a gentle hum.

Halsin inclined his head, his rich baritone warm and welcoming. “Greetings. I am Halsin of the Emerald Grove.” He placed a hand over his heart, a gesture of respect. “I could not help but notice you among the crowd. You carry a certain...radiance, like sunlight breaking through the canopy.”