In the early morning, when the first ray of dawn pierced through the forest mist, the slumbering mountain woods gradually awoke.
The sun, like a diligent painter, lightly brushed every leaf with its golden strokes, transforming the night dew into curling light smoke, slowly rising and eventually dissipating into the azure sky.
This tranquil and peaceful scene heralded the beginning of a new day, but for the villages surrounding Gray Stone City, today held an unusual significance.
Today was the monthly market day in Gray Stone City, the busiest time.
This was the best day for buying and selling, with caravans and circuses from other regions coming to Gray Stone City, adding a different atmosphere.
Villagers emerged from their wooden houses, setting off early with their prepared goods towards Gray Stone City.
People from the same village generally set out together, with their wares loaded onto carts, looking out for one another.
