On the 11th of October, it was a foggy day in Hightown.
The air was cool and damp, the fog was thick, and visibility was limited.
It was a very cool morning, and the fog hung low while the sky was covered by a blanket of gray clouds.
Splash—as the windows opened, townsfolk carrying buckets tossed out cleaning water onto the streets.
It was water that they used to clean yesterday's share of dirty clothes, and thus, the water had an ugly greenish tint.
The water flowed down the cobblestone streets, carrying with it the remnants of dirt and grime from the previous day's chores until they finally dropped down to the sewer system.
Thud—suddenly, a carriage rolled down the street, its wheels bouncing up and down.
A green cover was slung over the carriage, hiding whatever was below it.
