CHAPTER 10 - TRISTAN

Tristan plunged through the crowds in Western Market, wincing at the booming yells and noise of the sellers and merchants. The space had only made him more irritated as if every person he’d encountered meant to bump him on the shoulder. But he had no other choice. It was the shortest path he could take towards the Northwest Harbor. And he was … well, not in a hurry … not at all, damn it. He only had to catch his ship, which would leave a few minutes from now.

The disgusting smell of fish and crab and shrimp in the market was the worst. Tristan hated every type of seafood, and only the smell of it had already made him want to throw up. This was why he kept on having second thoughts about this quest. He’d have to spend most of his time traveling on the ship. The smell of the sea, along with his motion sickness, would already kill him even before he’d reach Drava.

“Fresh salmon from Northern Bay!”

“Queen Crabs you want, good Sir?”

“Giant Tuna! Giant Tuna