Alex looked around, scanning the nearby shops and food stalls, each one more inviting than the last. The aroma of fresh bread and spiced stews wafted through the air, making his stomach rumble.
"Should we grab a bite before meeting Queen Anya?" he suggested.
Barty nodded thoughtfully, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "Yeah... I could go for some hot soup."
Alex smirked and led the way toward a cozy-looking tavern nestled at the corner of the cobblestone street. A painted sign above the door read, "The Hearthfire Inn," and cheerful laughter and clinking mugs spilled from the entrance. The warm, golden glow of lanterns invited them in, promising a hearty meal.
