Baron Fulk, along with his attendants, headed in the direction they had been informed about.
Before arriving, he could see a serpentine queue of people, and even more new arrivals were joining in, making the road increasingly congested.
He instructed his attendant to hold the horse and wait aside, then pushed through the crowd with effort towards the middle.
Some were pushing their way in, while others, waving bundles, were pushing their way out.
A male sailor with thinning hair and a face roughened by sea winds, tore open the parcel in his hand, glanced at it briefly, and began cursing.
"Damn it, just ten ordinary cards again!"
The sailor's face was filled with indignation: "This is already the third pack of cards I've bought, and yet not a single Legendary Card!"
