It was now a busy morning in the Capital’s town center. The dealers and traders who worked nonstop had begun to set up tents and booths just beyond the outer walls for business to run smoothly for the day. A solid line of men and women flocked the gates as some would start their work inside the walls while others would try their luck to find a higher-paying job. Looking beyond the busy stream of people plodding in and out of the Capital was the vast field where farmers had also started to work. The scent of the wheat and barley lofted through the air, bringing in some sweetness as it mixed with the Capital’s usual musk. A man in the shadowed area of the walls stood gracefully above it all, observing each one of them, his black robes slightly following the direction of the wind. Black. His
