Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191120052531/@comment-33896974-20191120192635

Myra was trying to buy bread from a booth, however, since the owner of the booth didn't know sign language and the person who would've translated for her was in a foul mood, the conversation was getting nowhere.

Flint was in a foul mood, he didn't like being here. It reminded him of home and he didn't like to be reminded that his home had been reduced to ash. He gritted his teeth, ignoring Myra glaring at him.