You walked along a busy street until you reached your destination. Among the stalls there was one unpretentious and unremarkable. People hardly paid attention to it, but not you, you knew who it belonged to and therefore went inside without hesitation. The place was filled with a variety of goods, from swords to potions in beautiful bottles, masks, magic stones, talismans for monks and much more.

Against the far wall of this luxurious interior and unremarkable shop was a wooden sofa, on which none other than Aries was sleeping, dressed in his white robes and with either a shawl or a blanket draped over his shoulders. The sofa was covered with pillows, and the man was sleeping with his head bent over the railing of the sofa, not noticing your presence. He snored softly