Silverwood held a large market on the fifth day of every lunar month. People from all the surrounding villages would gather in a small square to set up stalls and sell their goods.
Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan came here to stock up on supplies—mainly daily necessities like tea, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, as well as some meat and vegetables that would keep well.
The two of them rode the town's most common vehicle, an electric tricycle, speeding toward the market like a whirlwind.
One rode up front, the other sat in the back.
The scene was so picturesque it was hard to watch.
A certain man eating wontons by the roadside nearly choked when he saw them.
He quickly touched the glasses that were part of his disguise.
'How did these two end up here?'
'Did they get into the Lowell residence?'
Master Aerion sent Ronan Warner a message.
A line of text came back:
[Surprised? Unexpected, isn't it?]
Master Aerion cursed inwardly, 'Old fox!'
