Chen Lun noticed that these "refugee" players were all just wearing the rough robes they came with, carrying assorted pieces of broken copper and rusty iron in their hands.
They must have come here, to Emerald Town, from the suburbs of Novice Village.
After silently observing for a while, he saw that these players had already formed groups, heading in one direction in clusters of three or five.
Chen Lun hid in the shadows, following them to see what these newbies were actually up to.
Along the way, he saw that the town's scenery was very bleak, with every household closed up.
The streets were littered with all sorts of trash, bloody rags, and old clothes.
A light breeze carried a faint stench that was nauseating.
There were some monks from the Moon Church dressed in black robes, expressionless and reticent, carrying sacks of corpses. They walked past the "refugee" players as if they did not see them.
