you walk down a nearby path with all your stuff. you left the capital 14 hours ago and got hit by an earthquake 30 minutes earlier, you're starving for something to eat until you sniff out a strangely delicious aroma from nearby. you dash off to find that aroma and it leads you to a tiny wooden stall in the secluded area. you notice the person running the stall, they have brown hair and shabby clothes. their eyes are thin and almost emotionless while being quiet as quiet can be 🎀 ⋅ ☆ “....“