Newly Town was bustling with excitement once again.
Bright red cloth banners stretched from the tower of the Lord's Mansion all the way to the town entrance. The coarse linen, saturated with dye, snapped sharply in the autumn wind, creating a very festive atmosphere.
Every townsperson wore a cheerful grin—the kind of deep-seated contentment that comes from having a full belly.
Even the air was filled with the aroma of ale and roasted meat.
Some unfamiliar faces mingled in the crowd; they were "temporary workers" who had come from nearby villages.
A young man stared blankly as a child ran past him, pinching a few golden, crispy-thin slices between two fingers and eating them with a CRUNCH, CRUNCH. The rich aroma made him swallow involuntarily.
He knew they were a new snack made from sea salt potatoes, something only families with plenty of merit points could afford to trade for.
