Artis and Danivere were visiting a souvenir shop. Artimedes was browsing the shelves full of trinkets. However, Danivere grew impatient and tapped her feet in frustration. Her growling stomach also indicated that she was hungry.
"Sheesh, hurry up Artimedes! I'm literally starving here!"
"Okay okay." Artis sighed. He went and bought something at the desk. "You can keep the fee."
"Thank you for your purchase!" The desk lady said.
Artis came out of the trinket shop, but Danivere had already run off. He looked around. The village people were noisy since there was a festival going on in town. Artis decided to check it out.
When suddenly he saw Danivere with three spring rolls in her mouth.
"Ah swo phasty! Phose phrin wrolls are phasty!" The Queen mumbled with a full mouth.
Artimedes gave her the skeptical eye.
As the festival was going on, a large dragon costume was carried by a group of people to celebrate the holiday. Everyone stared in awe. However, at the back of the group was a cloaked figure with a knife. They were looking for a opening and a victim to strike...
