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Main Street Market, Kalvena
Khan led the way with practiced ease, showing us around the bustling market as we moved from stall to stall. The city of Kalvena was alive with colors and voices, filled with vendors calling out their wares, the aroma of spices, grilled meats, and sweet pastries floating in the air. We picked up a few essentials: basic clothes and some personal items.
As we walked along a sunlit street, I caught a whiff of something... familiar. My eyes landed on a food stall just a few steps ahead.
"Wow... this looks delicious."
The stall owner, a friendly woman with a warm smile, perked up.
"Welcome, miss! You're not from around here, are you? This is a local dish called Shazet."
The skewers on display were glistening with sauce, sizzling slightly as smoke rose from the coals beneath.
Khan smirked beside me. Alessio, standing just a bit behind, turned to glance at me as well.
"How much?" Alessio asked.
"Only three yalva per skewer."
