Outside the Royal Palace, the Guards watched as the mob lit their torches. Incredibly, a few mule carts then arrived, laden with light beer and bread, which were distributed in an orderly fashion to those on the front lines of the standoff.
The Guards and the Governor from the City Hall witnessed this bizarre scene, finding it utterly unbelievable. 'Shouldn't these miscreants be fighting over the supplies? How can they be so organized? One group eats while another keeps watch, and they're even passing around food and drink. This 'mob'... they're not chaotic in the slightest!'
'Don't tell me they're professional rebels?'
For a moment, a relative peace settled between the two sides again. The Guards' stomachs and throats rumbled in turn.
