He was carefully crafting hand-pulled candy, lifting the slightly syrupy, glass-like mass with a hook, and drizzling in freshly extracted strawberry essence. He began pulling the candy, folding the essence seamlessly into the base with practiced skill.
"Good day, City Lord! Please have a look and tell me which candy catches your eye, I'll even give you a free taste," the old man said cheerfully, his hands moving rhythmically as the candy took shape.
Kisha looked down at the array of differently flavored candies displayed in glass containers before her. Each container was large enough to hold at least ten kilograms of candy, every piece a simple, marble-like sphere wrapped in transparent film, yet each one shimmered beautifully, like polished stone. A faint, sweet, syrupy scent mixed with fruity notes drifted up, instantly enticing her.
