The Bonta Market was in chaos after yesterday's battle.
Merchants from all over were anxious to leave and spread word of what had happened, but Kuer Oasis had sealed the area. No one was in the mood for business. They tried to ask around for information but discovered that everyone, from top to bottom, was tight-lipped. There were simply no sources of news.
Even the Iron Fist Gang, who would normally sell information for a few coins, now strutted around with their hands on their hips, putting on a noble and virtuous act as if they wouldn't bow to the almighty Silver Moon.
The merchants had a rough idea of the reason, so they settled down, hoping the lockdown wouldn't last too long and interfere with their business.
They weren't too worried about their own safety. They hailed from either Oasis City or Leon City and were well-traveled, with powerful backers.
「Leech's small courtyard.」
