Emillion was a big city, but it felt small, especially to someone like Quen. Everyone seemed to know either her mama or Darius or both, and since Quen had only been six years old when Darius entered the Mages Tower, there were plenty of stories floating around from her own childhood that she wouldn't mind people to forget.
Liyal was right about one thing though: if she knew what he was doing, he would be in big trouble. Quen disapproved of stealing. The people who ran the fruit stalls had families, too. Quen suspected something, of course, but she had no proof. She did listen carefully, though, trying to catch Liyal at something nefarious.
Today was not that day. Once the watermelon had been procured, Quen asked, "Do you have a dagger? Or are you going to cut it open with one of your arrows?" The thought of him opening a watermelon with an arrow was sort of funny to her, but it also seemed like a waste of a perfectly good watermelon. "Where are we going to sit?" she asked then. There was a fountain in the Theater District and a park with a lot of benches in the Commoners District, but Quen wasn't sure where there was in the busy Bazaar District.