Rian wandered through the market, debating on how to spend the coins in his pocket. He'd sold everything he'd brought already, some of the last fruit of the season, and paid the fee for his rickety stall for another week.

"One pill a day for healthy horns!"

"Good for humans and demons!"

"Warm gloves for the coming season, reinforced!"

"On sale this week only!"

A few steps later, he doubled back for the gloves. If they'd survive his claws, they'd be worth it.

The last fruit of the season was waiting, as well as the chill of autumn.