"Take a look, take a look!"
"Manuscript, illustrated manuscript of the 'Post Gospel,' selling at a low price."
"Say again how much it costs to shoe a horse? Are you sure you didn't add an extra zero?"
The bustling voices still rise in the dim golden glow of Huaqiu City, as a priest in a black robe hurries down the street carrying books.
The shops on both sides of the street have taken down their boards, starting to pour out waste water and chamber pots into the river or alleyways.
Drunken gamblers and drinkers rub their heads as they climb up from the street, stumbling their way home.
It's been more than two weeks since the Thousand River Valley War ended, yet the distant war has made no impact on the prosperous Falan Royal Capital, not even stirring a few ripples.
The biggest impact, perhaps, is the many gamblers jumping into the river.
