The chilly breeze nipped at my skin, as I walked through the city.
The city had begun to stir, its sounds echoing off the walls of the nearby building. Already people were beginning to throng out in groups of twos and threes. Mostly merchants and traders who carried their goods on their head.
How many of these people around me lost their wares to the beast attack yesterday? I thought as I watched them walk briskly past me.
Some of them made huge profits and to them the market was a blessing, a source of renewed hope while others barely scrapped by. They managed to stay afloat with whatever little gains they made from trading.
What then would those people do when they reach their stores and are reminded that their wares were trashed in the commotion the previous day?
I had to focus on what awaited me at the palace however so I didnt acknowledged them, I simply walked on in silence.
I was soon at the market.
