Madas paused in the shadows near the baker’s shop. Life appeared to be going on as normal. She pressed her back against the side of the building and looked at Gril. He was gazing out at the village with an expression of interest rather than concern.
“This is like stepping back in time,” he said in awe.
“Surely we are not that far behind,” she said.
He looked at her and smiled. “You have no idea,” he replied with a shake of his head.
She frowned and turned to study the village where she had spent her entire life, trying to see it through Gril’s eyes. They had traders from other worlds arriving, but never directly to the village. A few selected merchants had been given permission to journey to a delivery spot set up west of the village.
Of course, she had been curious and followed them.
