Westhaven Market District - Morning, Three Weeks After Keldrin Pass
The city moved with rhythm John had learned to navigate through ki perception alone—vendors calling prices in practiced cadence, customers haggling with predictable patterns, children weaving through crowds with energy that created distinctive mana signatures against backdrop of adult lethargy. His spatial awareness painted mental image more detailed than sight had ever provided: fabric merchants arranging textiles in geometric precision, food vendors rotating stock to display fresher produce at eye level, pickpockets working the crowd with professional timing that made their movements stand out like flames against darkness.
