As Han Yu wandered the streets, weighing these thoughts, a familiar voice interrupted his reverie.
"Han Yi! Come have a meal with us!"
Han Yu turned to see one of the caravan guards waving from a nearby tavern. The man was stocky, with a ruddy complexion and a friendly grin that revealed more teeth than usual. His dark hair was cropped short, and his eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and warmth.
The invitation was a welcome break. Han Yu nodded and followed him inside.
The tavern was a dim, smoky place, filled with the din of laughter and conversation. Rough wooden tables were scattered unevenly throughout the room, their surfaces scarred by years of wear and spilled drinks. A few lanterns hung from the low ceiling, casting flickering shadows that danced across the faces of the patrons.
