The sky had turned dark. Slowly a sound resounding through the town.
-Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
Dark clouds blotted the sky, a passing winter shower greeting the town of Loana. As the cold droplets fell, they robbed the people of the hard accumulated warmth, scarce during this cold month.
And yet, a line of people refused to budge even in this warmth stealing rain, standing resolutely as they lined up in front of a tent, that seemed to glow golden.
