No matter whether it was the gloomy alleys or the expansive streets, people were bustling about. Long-whiskered Mousefolk scurried with half-bent waists through market stalls, tall knife-back wolfmen carried huge fruit trays, and three-meter-tall Bearmen walked around with dumb grins on their faces.
After countless years of evolution, the once victorious forest elves, who had established a great empire, were now hiding in the forests where no one ventured. They played cheerful music on their lutes, dwarves drank honey wine in large gulps, staggering around directionless.
Amidst the music and noise, countless residents were taking part in a massive feast that spanned the entire Mousefolk Kingdom. The banquet at the palace in the city center was far more luxurious and extravagant than what was happening on the streets outside.
