Whether Veldor and Gomu were willing to believe it or not, life in the afterlife town had to go on.
Here, the deceased, just like the two of them, were in a pale, ghostly state, and their daily lives involved sighing in this afterworld.
"There are no theaters here, no taverns, and certainly no brothels. Oh, Divine ones, how could such a boring place exist?"
A departed soul complained in this way.
Life in the afterlife town was rigid, day after day, just as the Sighing Plain described in myths and legends. Here, apart from solitary amusements, there was hardly any entertainment.
Because this place was reserved for ordinary people, here everyone had few troubles, but also few joys.
Each month, Wally would send someone to distribute otherworldly money to each deceased, to be used for transactions among themselves or for purchasing necessary items from the servants of Nakbet's shops.
