The town was alive with activity, its cobblestone streets bustling with humans going about their daily lives. Vendors called out their wares, children darted between stalls, and the scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the crisp air. It felt normal—comfortingly so—but I couldn't shake the unease curling in my stomach.
Beside me, Aamon strolled with the kind of effortless confidence that made him stand out, despite his attempts to blend in. His dark eyes glinted with amusement as he glanced at the various humans we passed, his smirk ever-present.
"You don't look impressed," he teased, nudging me gently.
"I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that we're just... walking through a human town," I muttered, glancing around. "After everything I've seen, this feels almost too no
